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Austin Cunningham - Buck Clayborn lyrics
His name was Robert Clayborn but the whole town called him Buck He didnt have a whole lot cept his cowdog and his truck And Id hang out on the front porch of his shack just west of town And soak up all his stories til the Texas sun went down Hed sip his flask of bourbon while I sipped a bottle coke Id almost wet my pants yall just laughing at his jokes He taught me how to cuss and how to lose at dominoes And how to throw a roundhouse right if it ever came to blows Chorus: We were the toughest hombres We were the best of friends And freedom never felt so free As sittin there on that front porch way back when When it was Buck Clayborn and me Now some town folks called him drunkard and they called my Daddy twice Concerned that my virtue to be exposed to all Bucks vice I can still hear Mrs. Beasley tell my Mama I declare Im afraid to see what kind of manners your boy picks up down there. But what a preacher could not teach me about how to talk to God I learned from Buck a prayin when we buried his old dog He said Please take him to heaven Lord if you let an old dog in And bless dear Mrs. Beasley, shes a peach, Amen. Sometimes I like to come home, and stand on this very spot And though the porch we sat and laughed on is now an asphalt parking lot I can still hear his old whiskey voice whisper on the wind sayin How bout a game of checkers son, if youre lucky Ill let you win Whoa, take me back to that front porch once again When it was Buck Clayborn and me |
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