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Here's to the State of Mississippi. For underneath her borders, the devil draws no lines. If you drag her muddy river, nameless bodies you will find. Whoa the fat trees of the forest have hid a thousand crimes.
Here's a song 'bout, 'Hazard, Kentucky'. . Well, some people think that unions are too strong. Union leaders should go back where they belong. But I wish that they could see a little more of poverty.
In the tube where I was born. I could have sworn. There was so much to see. There was so little to be. But I was free. . World at my command. Through the dots I ran.