Its many, many years agoWhen I was twenty-threeI was married to a widowWho was pretty as can beThis widow had a grown-up daughterWhos hair was redMy father fell in love with herAnd soon these two were wedThis made dad my son-in-lawAnd changed my very lifeMy daughter was my motherCause she was my ...

It was painted red the stripe was whiteIt was feet from the bow to stern lightSecondhand from a dealer in AtlantaI rode up with daddy when he went there to get herWe put on a shine, put on a motorBuilt out of love, and made for the waterRan her for years, til the transom got rottenA piece of my ...

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