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My Brother And Me
I was here thinking about way back when
I guess maybe when I was seven or eight, or maybe ten. Thinking about the time when we still lived back on the farm,
Recalling my thoughts of all the fun we always had in the barn. We made tunnels in the loose hay from one end to the other,
Then in the bales was our hideaway, "for me and my brother" There was a pig shed, chicken house, and cattle barn a metal top,
A smoke house, car shed, and holler where we went to shop. But one of the things I seem to remember most of all,
Was that big old cottonwood in the pasture, it must ...