little girls got what little boys want
i had an uncle and he had an aunt
he sold her down the river for a dollar and a cent
i wonder where the good times went
i have a dog and his name is red
it should be blue but is red instead
he howls like a wolf but can’t hunt worth a damn
but he's still my dog because that is just who i am
i have a horse who will not trot
i tried to sell him but he couldn’t be bought
he stands in the yard looking up at the sky
i feed him some oats, but i can’t say why
the grass is green, and the clouds are aloft
i used to be tough, but i’m getting soft
i wonder what happened to old joe brown
we had good times when we went to town
if anyone happens to pass me by
there is more to see than meets the eye
i know things from back in the hills
that you civilized people never will
i sit on the porch and wait for the rain
and listen for the whistle of an old freight train
but the train hasn’t run for many a year
no, not for many a year
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