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My brother, Me, Mom, Dad, and Mt Sad
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Hardest work I ever had
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Good times-bad times, we never knew
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Eighty acres wore-out mules -Mt Sad
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Washed out gulleys, rough, rocky ridges
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Sink-holes and hard blowing sand
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Too much rain, or too little
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No telling, what you?d get from Mt Sad
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We?d till and plant in the spring -time
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Hoe and weed all summer long
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Pray for decent harvest in the fall
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No telling, what you?d get from Mt . Sad
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I can hear the corn ears hitting
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The side boards on the wa gon
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Jack and Kate,strainin and pullin
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Narrow wheels and load a -saggin
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We shuck early--before- four
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In all one hundred bushel will be had
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Then we will shut the corn- crib- door
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Another long-hard day on Mt Sad