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the wood, things are falling off the shelf
You gonna need my help, sweetheart
You can't make love all by yourself
Brother, we did cross the raging sea
Our fathers, has watched our trail for long
Battles, many we fought, side by side
Through forever dark woods
on 

I cut down a tree said, man would you look at me 
I stuck my head in a thorn bush, man I was deceived 

Oh my brother, your hands are full of sores
If you ever go back into Wooly Swamp son you better not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them woods
That'd make a strong man
If you ever go back into Wooley Swamp son you better not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them woods
That'd make a strong man
BROTHER HAROLD DEE
(Porter Wagoner)
« © '71 Owepar Publishing »

To a man and wife three sons were born on the same day a bright Sundy morn
Three
And like my brother above me who took a rebel stand
He was just eighteen, proud and brave
But a Yankee laid him in his grave

And I swear by the mud
Below my
I bring
From Brent wood, Long Island, all the way to Sing-Sing
Yes the penile, peace to brothers on trial
For some bullshit charge, mugshot on file
just lucky I guess
I've seen the sunrise over the water
Howled at the moon by the embers glow
Stole me a kiss from a poor man's daughter
Threw on my
brother Ben
I stood there and I cried as I watched my mama die
I guess I was too young to understand
Papa didn't shed a tear or even really seemed
a workin' man
Like my brother above me he took a rebel's stand
He was just eighteen proud and brave when a Yankee laid him in his grave
I swear by
my long-time darlin'
She was standing in the door

Well, my pa he died and left me, my brother got killed in the war
Well, my pa he died and left me,
If you ever go back into Wooly Swamp son you better not go at night
There's things out there in the middle of them woods
That'd make a strong man die
father before me, I'm a working man
And like my brother before me, I took a rebel stand
But he was just 18, proud and brave
But a Yankee laid him in his
Well I've been out of the woods for six days and nights now
Well I'm a little hot wired, but I'm feeling alright
I got some money in my pocket
to Colonel Harvey, "Now, let there be no delay,
If we're to reach the Yankee camp before the break of day.
I'll take you through the woods by night where I
me, I'm a working man
And like my brother before me, I took a rebel stand
Oh, he was just eighteen, proud and brave
But a yankee laid him in his
I mended her fences and
Fixed up her cabin
I had everything looking good
I laid by her food

And wood for the winter
Helping wherever I could
the skin of a man.
Brace for stainless steel, rendered useless by hand carven passion of the arrow wood.
We willing martyrs will die to grant our people
come from the hills of Europe.
That's where I met the Old Man.
He was lost in the woods,
I gave him directions,
He gave me a tuna can.
Then he stopped in
A long time ago, in a far away land
Theo was the man who learned 
To understand the riches of the earth
And all that it was worth
The first man
T'was a man of youthful features
T'was a boy of sorrowful eyes
Watching out by looking inward
Tall and stately and full of life

In his life, he
tackled
By the other hand swingin' the rope
Wearin' red, white and blue Jack and his crew
The guy's authorized beat down for the brown
Man to the man
(The hero of our story, strong honourable,
A giant of a man, brother of the murdered king...)

A giant of a man was he
Hewn from wood and stone
With
and simply rich, grippin' wood and flippin' chrome
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me

I got