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Now, when I was just a little boy, standing to my Daddy’s knee, my papa said, “Son, don’t let the man get you. Do what he done to me. Cause he’ll get you. Cause he’ll get you now, now.”

And I can remember the fourth of July, running through the backwood, bare. And I can still hear my old hound dog barking, chasing down a hoodoo there.

Born on the bayou