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If'n when
I git ta have a cabin of my own,
Up there atop the Smokey Mountain range,
I'll spend my days a huntin' 'coon and fishin' in the
crick,
An' farmin' on my twenty-acre grange.
If'n when
I meet a gal that looks like Daisy Mae,
I'll gussy up and take her to a dance,
I'll treat her mighty friendly and I'll reckon she'll
be mine,
I'll court the girl and show her some
romance.
If'n when
she marries me and gives me lotsa kids,
I'll know that she is really mighty fine,
And when she's birthed her number eight and says that
she is done,
I'll beg of her, "Please give me number
nine."
If'n when
we're growin' old and sittin' on the porch,
And watchin' all our grandkids there at play,
I'll think about another time when we both fell in
love,
And thank the Lord fer evr'y single day.
by David Ronald Bruce Pekrul
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