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This is what it sounds like when my brother calls me ~

My parents, they up and passed when I was none then three
I forced myself onto my brother, I made him watch me swell
And when we'd sit 'round the kitchen table
He would whip out his brand new blade
He'd scratch out words in the wood of the table
I never could tell what they say
But I could tell they were dirty. Dirty, dirty
Lord they were dirty. Dirty. Dirty, dirty
Lord they were
I brought them words on down to the elementary
I pull them boys behind the elementary wall
And I spoke them words hard--yes, I did

When my brother was a child he was given an animal
He raised it up to be a big black bull;
It never did low or pitch or sway
It never ride on the back of a flatbed
It looked like one of them Great Caesars
And when we go to the McCintyres'
The McCintyres gots a pen with a she-cow
And when that she-cow saw his chariot arrivin'
She gave the bull her big soft cowy eyes
And then she started talkin' to him
And she was talkin' dirty. Dirty, dirty
Lord she was dirty. Dirty. Dirty, dirty
Lord she was

Then the big back bull he fell down hard off the flatbed
He forced himself inside the pen with the she-cow
He stood up tall on two legs
Like a man does
He swoll himself up hard
Me myself, I stood up tall on the flatbed
You see, I pitched when I saw them sway
And when that bull he came back down to four legs
My brother forced himself on me in the flatbed
He handed me his brand new blade, he said
"Scratch out the word on the wood of the flatbed."
And I did...

When I, when I was none, I fell out my mama
I was her breach-born son, I come backwards
And when the calf come, it come, like I come
It come backwards
And my brother, he called the calf my name
And its mother, she called the calf my name
My brother, he called the calf my name
And its mother, she called the calf my name

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