Lawd, reckon how long y’all wanna stomp on us like a pesky beetle? Ain’t it ’bout time you showed some mercy? We hillbillies don’t deserve all this woe! Them folks up yonder, they laughin’ at us. Come’on now, save us, Lord, ‘fore our now-n-laters go bad and we’re left pickin’ hills off our biscuits!
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