Austin Cunningham - Buck Clayborn lyrics

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His name was Robert Clayborn but the whole town called him Buck<br />

He didn't have a whole lot cept his cowdog and his truck<br />

And I'd hang out on the front porch of his shack just west of town<br />

And soak up all his stories til the Texas sun went down<br />

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he'd sip his flask of bourbon while I sipped a bottle coke<br />

I'd almost wet my pants yall just laughing at his jokes<br />

He taught me how to cuss and how to lose at dominoes <br />

And how to throw a roundhouse right if it ever came to blows<br />

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We were the toughest hombres<br />

We were the best of friends <br />

And freedom never felt so free<br />

As sittin there on that front porch way back when <br />

When it was Buck Clayborn and me<br />

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Now some town folks called him drunkard and they called my Daddy twice<br />

Concerned that my virtue to be exposed to all Bucks vice<br />

I can still hear Mrs. Beasley tell my Mama I declare Im afraid to see what kind of manners your boy picks up down there.<br />

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But what a preacher could not teach me about how to talk to God<br />

I learned from Buck a prayin when we buried his old dog<br />

He said Please take him to heaven Lord if you let an old dog in <br />

And bless dear Mrs. Beasley, she's a peach, Amen.<br />

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Sometimes I like to come home, and stand on this very spot<br />

And though the porch we sat and laughed on is now an asphalt parking lot<br />

I can still hear his old whiskey voice whisper on the wind sayin<br />

How bout a game of checkers son, if you're lucky I'll let you win<br />

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Whoa, take me back to that front porch once again<br />

When it was Buck Clayborn and me