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Think I’ll go on up to Hungry Mother
Starve there with her
Kneel at the water
drink it down
Catch a worm
Then I’ll come down
Only way
to lose them pounds
Get a pill
from the vet
then I’ll be fine
Think I’ll go on down to Pigeon Forge
My guts are empty
Now I’m the starving
Now I’m the poor
But I got plenty
of wares in store
From my Chinese brother
Korean born
That Jesus shit
from foreign shores
Yeah I’m coming down
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Ain’t no drought gonna dry them wellsprings
Ain’t no dearth of empty vessels
Find them bouffants
Pluck them purse strings
Gonna sell some
golden cow shit
Pile it high as
them old Smokies
When I walk my chains rattle
When I smile my teeth shine
Yeah I know there’s a better day comin’
But the Lord told me to
make this one mine
then go on back to Hungry Mother
starve there with her
kneel at the water
drink it down
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