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Daddy Was a God Fearin' Man - David Allan Coe
Used to go with my grandpa up to the town square
Set him down up there on a picnic
Bench and he used to play checkers
With them other old men up there
They used to tell stories bout when
They were kids Grandpa says he shot
The chief of police when he was nine years old
N' i believe him cause they tell me that hazard
Kentucky's the baldest place in the world
Why they say they used to sit out there
On there front porch shoot then revenuers when
They'd come down the hollow
Said they was so young took two o' them
Boys to hold the rifle and one to pull the trigger
Hymn Well grandpa he'd lie a little bit
But i'll tell you there's a lot of
Stories in harlan county
Yea folks in harlan county lord
They knew that we were poor
They always called my daddy preacher dan
But daddy weren't no preacher
Least ways i don't recollect
Never hear of poppa talk of nothing' but the land
And daddy was a god fearing' farmer yes he was
Could not read nor write lord
He could barley spell his name
Daddy was a god fearing' farmer all his life
Someday when i'm grown ill be the same
Well he always grew tobacco
Though he did not smoke himself
He had the best tobacco crop around
And he never touched a drop
Of liquor that i can recall
Papa made his living' on the ground
Yes sunday-go-to-meeting' called
For more than he could stand
I guess he felt at home in his old clothes
But he never missed a sunday
Taking momma to the church
Maybe it was habit lords but heaven only knows
And daddy was a god fearing' farmer yes he was
Could not read nor write lord
He could barley spell his name
Daddy was a god fearing' farmer all his life
Someday when i'm grown ill be the same
Yea folks in harlan county lord
They knew that we were poor
They always called my daddy preacher dan
But daddy weren't no preacher
Least ways i don't recollect
Never hear of grandpa talk of nothing' but the land
Daddy was a god fearing' farmer all his life
He could not read nor write lord
He could barley spell his name
Daddy was a god fearing' farmer yes he was
Someday when i'm grown ill be the same
Someday when i'm grown ill be the same
Someday when i'm grown ill be the same