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Woah...oh...ooh We didn’t sing Kumbaya, we sang with straight pipes off a 305 We never cussed around our momma's but we raised hell Until the day of the church bells Nanny made apple pie in the kitchen Paw Paw cut the combs off chickens And daddy burned up this old town In a ragged GT with three different wheels Momma read tarot cards under that moon Spoke to God with some candles in the bathroom My brothers and me was some rednecks comin' up on a one lane We didn’t sing Kumbaya, we sang with straight pipes off a 305 We never cussed around our momma's but we raised hell Until the day of the church bells We didn't play with Tonka toys We shot bb guns at the neighbor next door Any kid who moved in new Got a taste of that old swampy green juice Walked bare feet 'til our feet turned Black as the slate on a swimmin' hole floor And any car that drove by the midnight street Never seen my six inch blade Letras de canciones We didn’t sing Kumbaya, we sang with straight pipes off a 305 We never cussed around our momma's but we raised hell Until the day of the church bells So dear momma, daddy, nanny, and Chicken Willie above I hope you're happy of the thick skinned man that I've become That I've become (That I've become) That I've become (That I've become) That I've become We didn’t sing Kumbaya, we sang with straight pipes off a 305 We never cussed around our momma's but we raised hell Until the day of the church bells From Letras Mania