The Raconteurs – Carolina Drama (Ukulele)

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I'm not sure if there's a point to this story

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But I'm going to tell it again

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So many other people try to tell the tale

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Not one of them knows the end

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It was a junk-house in South Carolina

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Held a boy the age of ten

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Along with his Older brother Billy

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And a mother and her boyfriend

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Who was a triple loser with some blue tattoos

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That were given to him when he was young

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And a drunk temper that was easy to lose

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And thank god he didn't own a gun

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Well, Billy woke up in the back of his truck

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Took a minute to open his eyes

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He took a peep into the back of the house

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And found himself a big surprise

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He didn't see his brother but there was his mother

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With her red-headed head in her hands

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While the boyfriend had his gloves wrapped around an old priest

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Trying to choke the man

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Billy looked up from the window to the truck

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Threw up, and had to struggle to stand

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He saw that red-necked bastard with a hammer

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Turn the priest into a shell of a man

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The priest was putting up the fight of his life

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But he was old and he was bound to lose

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The boyfriend hit as hard as he could

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And knocked the priest right down to his shoes

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Well, now Billy knew but never actually met

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The preacher lying there in the room

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He heard himself say, "That must be my daddy"

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Then he knew what he was gonna do

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Billy got up enough courage, took it up

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And grabbed the first blunt thing he could find

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It was a cold, glass bottle of milk

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That got delivered every morning at nine

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Billy broke in and saw the blood on the floor, and

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He turned around and put the lock on the door

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He looked dead into the boyfriend's eye

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His mother was a ghost, too upset to cry, then

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He took a step toward the man on the ground

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From his mouth trickled out a little audible sound

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He heard the boyfriend shout, "Get out!"

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And Billy said, "Not till I know what this is all about"

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"Well, this preacher here was attacking your mama"

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But Billy knew just who was starting the drama

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So Billy took dead aim at his face

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And smashed the bottle on the man who left his dad in disgrace, and

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The white milk dripped down with the blood, and the

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Boyfriend fell down dead for good

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Right next to the preacher who was gasping for air

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And Billy shouted, "Daddy, why'd you have to come back here?"

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His mama reached behind the sugar and honey, and

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Pulled out an envelope filled with money

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"Your daddy gave us this," she collapsed in tears

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"He's been paying all the bills for years"

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"Mama, let's put this body underneath the trees

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and put Daddy in the truck and head to Tennessee"

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Just then, his little brother came in

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Holding the milk man's hat and a bottle of gin singing,

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Well now you heard another side to the story

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But you wanna know how it ends?

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If you must know, the truth about the tale

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Go and ask the milkman