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A Bobby Bare Sunday Morning

I grew up with Country music
Loved its simple themes
It's been my constant joy
For ever or so it seems.
Bobby Bare's on the Bose
Singing a tear jerking song
And I'm sitting there listening
And quietly singing along.

Sunday morning session one
Of those times I like the most
Playing Country music
Belly full of buttered toast.
A working man's music
From earthier days
Telling redneck tales
Telling redneck ways.

I'm a Yorkshire country boy,
A redneck farm worker's son
Who was given the chance
To progress and move on.
No redneck work for me
No need to labour on the land
A chance give to me by
My dad's work hardened hands.

The Sunday morning session
Helps roll back the years
And I think of mam and dad
Surreptitiously wiping tears.
Yorkshire red neck values,
From village childhood days
All come back to mind as
My Sunday Country music plays.

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