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She was born on a stormy night -
that's what her mama said;
and it was all a sorry sight
for a horrible life they both led.

And I was drunk and I was afraid,
And the bar sold nothing but cheap beer;
But I do remember the night in the shed
With tears and pushing but nothing clear.

Their cries were awful
'Certainly a result of something unlawful',
Thats what your fine neighbor proclaimed
And I punched him, again and again.

Some old song plays from that time
with the muffled voice of black man
Singing about slavery- oh that constant whine!
And I hear the sounds of boots; me, running as fast as I can!

My boots rub on the ground
and there's a scary lack of sound
as the dark settles in.
Let us all go back to present and say:
Amen! Amen!