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SMOKEY, DAD AND ME HE WAS TALL AND KIND OF LANKY AND HE HAD A SILLY GRIN HE PLAYED MUSIC WITH MY FATHER AND SOMETIMES I’D JOIN IN THEY’D SING AND PLAY THOSE GUITARS THEY LOVED TO PICK AND GRIN THOSE TIMES I STILL REMEMBER OF MY FATHER AND HIS FRIEND
THEY LOVED THAT COUNTRY MUSIC THEY WERE THE BEST OF FRIENDS OH HOW I LONG TO HEAR THEM ON THOSE OLD GUITARS AGAIN MY PHLIPP1NO BABY THE WABASH CANNON BALL THEY’D SIT AND PLAY THOSE OLD GUITARS THEY SEEMED TO KNOW THEM ALL
NOW DADS BEEN GONE FOR TWENTY YEARS A MEMORY THAT WON’T DIM FOR I STILL HEAR HIS MUSIC WHILE PLAYING WITH HIS FRIEND WE PLAY OLD COUNTRY MUSIC FAME OR FORTUNE WE WON’T SEE BUT I HOPE MY SON REMEMBERS OLD SMOKEY, DAD AND ME
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