LEMON TREE, ALABAMA
The town I was born in was Lemon
Tree, Alabama. One road ran through
the center of town. I was born like that, just me,
must'a been 1933. Last thing I did before I left town
was cut my daddy down from a tree. They
was still hanging black folk back then, you see.
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Get me a black car, driving fast and furious;
Sheriff said he'd have my neck. Should not
have stay around there no more, no more
than that. Don't take much you see, lemon
is tart, under the tongue. Lemon tree is bitter,
got a acid taste. Ain't been back since, got
no inkling to go. Lemon Tree, Alabama,
no, no, no. no.
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