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Introdução:
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My father had skin like leather hands like steel
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from a lifetime spent in the cottonfields And
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though hed come home tired and dirty almost every night
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he found the strength to smile at me and hold my mama tight
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while that old transister radio would play the opry out in the hall
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id sit and watch their shadows glide across the wall
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And theyd dance to a dixie lullaby
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picture of love beneath the southern sky
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oh my what a beautiful life, just like a dixie lullaby
i left home at 18