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Maybe, maybe your daddy wanted to get killed.
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Somehow, I got this picture of him, runnin' toward a machine gun,
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because he'd rather die that way,
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than come back to Little Dixie,
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and grow old, stare through a window.
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Well, seeing how he was on about every drug imaginable,
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I... I wouldn't spend my time trying to figure out
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what was in his head over 30 years ago.
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Do you remember him at all?
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I remember smelling weed the first time... on him.
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Well, that certainly had its impact.
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Daisy, why... why don't you come home with us