From the hills of AlabamaGranddaddy made his living
Making that mash
That was good for sipping
Against the law
What he did
Rough type of life
He got shot in the jaw
Loved his dogs
Coon hunter he be
Answered to no one
Granddaddy was free
Granddaddy he lives in me
I'm his grandson that is true
Granddaddy knew you only a while
I do miss you
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