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{which bone, mama, upstairs?} shanti perez Mama, I’ve got a wishbone tore a hole in my pocket when I was out carvin dairy cows that were lame from standin in mud all day and now I can’t find the needle n thread dead They’ve gone’n shot up all them hogs rotten left them there all night n the flies’re out buzzin, wishbone’s busted in two, thread’s upstairs, I remember |
