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BROWN BOYS
Sat and rocked each and every night. Never let those smelly brown shoes out of his sight.
Not spit, nor polish could ever make new. Rain beat, heat beat, full of mildew.
For those thirty long railroad year, he wore only Brown Boys through laughter and tears.
Now Granddady is gone, but his Brown Boys are still here.
Not spit, nor polish could ever make new. Rain beat, heat beat, full of mildew.
For those thirty long railroad year, he wore only Brown Boys through laughter and tears.
Now Granddady is gone, but his Brown Boys are still here.
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