On a rainy Wednesday morning, that's the day that I was born
in that old sharecroppers one room country shack
They say my mummy left me, same day that she had me
Said she hit the road and never once looked back
And I just thought I'd mention, my grandma's old age pension
Is the reason why I'm standing here today
I got all my country learning, living and a churning
Picking cotton, raising hell, and bailing hay
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I've been to Georgia on a fast train, honey
I wasn't born no yesterday
Got a good Christian raisin' and an eighth grade education
Ain't no need in y'all a treatin' me this way
And now sweet Caroline, I don't guess I'll ever find
Another woman put together like you all
With your wiggle and your walking, and your big city talking
Your brand new shiny Plymouth rag-top car
Yeah it's hurry up and wait, in this world of give and take
Seems like haste makes for waste every time
And I pray to my soul, when you hear those ages roll
You better know I'm going to get my share of mine
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