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I remember one time
back down there in Macon.
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Lord, I couIdn't have been more than
10 or 1 1 years oId, I reckon.
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I had this friend named Porter.
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One day there his daddy was,
hanging in a tree.
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Now just the day before,
we'd aII been pitching horseshoes.
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He was Iaughing and carrying on
and taIking about how me and Porter...
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...was going to have strong right arms,
just Iike him.
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Lord, there he was,
hanging up yonder in the tree.
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Had his hand tied behind him.
FIies was aII over him.
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I teII you,
I threw up right where I was standing.
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You go on and cry.
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I'm not crying.
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Why did you teII me that story?
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Lord, I don't know, Miss Daisy.
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That mess back there put me in mind of it.
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RidicuIous! The tempIe has nothing to do
with that!
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Yes, ma'am, if you say so.
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We don't know what happened. Maybe
that poIiceman wasn't teIIing the truth.
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Why wouId he go and Iie
about a thing Iike that?
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You never get things right!
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Miss Daisy, somebody bombed
that tempIe and you know it!
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I don't want to hear anymore about it!
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-You're the boss.
-Don't taIk to me!
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-Where are you?
-Up here!