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I'm not sure if there's a point to this story
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But I'm going to tell it again
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So many other people try to tell the tale
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Not one of them knows the end

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It was a junk-house in South Carolina
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Held a boy the age of ten
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Along with his older brother Billy
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And their mother and her boyfriend
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Who was a triple loser with some blue tattoos
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That were given to him when he was young
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And a drunk temper that was easy to lose
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And thank god he didn't own a gun

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Well, Billy woke up in the back of his truck
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Took a minute to open his eyes
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He took a peep into the back of the house
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And found himself a big surprise
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He didn't see his brother but there was his mother
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With her red-headed head in her hands
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While the boyfriend had his gloves wrapped around an old
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Priest trying to choke the man

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Billy looked up from the window to the truck
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Threw up, and had to struggle to stand
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He saw that red-necked bastard with a hammer
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Turn the priest into a shell of a man
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The priest was putting up the fight of his life
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But he was old and he was bound to lose
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The boyfriend hit as hard as he could
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And knocked the priest right down to his shoes

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Well, now Billy knew but never actually met
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The preacher lying there in the room
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He heard himself say, "That must be my daddy"
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Then he knew what he was gonna do
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Billy got up enough courage, took it up
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And grabbed the first blunt thing he could find
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It was a cold, glass bottle of milk
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That got delivered every morning at nine

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Billy broke in and saw the blood on the floor, and
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He turned around and put the lock on the door
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He looked dead into the boyfriend's eye
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His mother was a ghost, too upset to cry, then

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He took a step toward the man on the ground
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From his mouth trickled out a little audible sound
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He heard the boyfriend shout, "Get out!"
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And Billy said, "Not till I know what this is all about"

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"Well, this preacher here was attacking your mama"
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But Billy knew just who was starting the drama
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So Billy took dead aim at his face
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And smashed the bottle on the man who left his dad in disgrace, and

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The white milk dripped down with the blood, and the
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Boyfriend fell down dead for good
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Right next to the preacher who was gasping for air
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And Billy shouted, "Daddy, why'd you have to come back here?"

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His mama reached behind the sugar and honey, and
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Pulled out an envelope filled with money
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"Your daddy gave us this," she collapsed in tears
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"He's been paying all the bills for years"

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"Mama, let's put this body underneath the trees
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and put Daddy in the truck and head to Tennessee"
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Just then, his little brother came in
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Holding the milk man's hat and a bottle of gin singing,

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Well now you heard another side to the story
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But you wanna know how it ends?
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If you must know, the truth about the tale
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Go and ask the milkman