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A Hundred Acres     © Riggs , Townley          	 

(v1)
Wish you were here grandpa, for our morning walk to the barn
This lazy Arkansas sunrise waking up the farm
I know you never asked for an angry 12 year old
But after mama died, you made it clear you'd be raising me on your own    

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A hundred acres of cotton and corn
(Rocking chair talks with you) on the front porch   
              Pickin that six string,  Killin Flies				
Saying grace with calloused hands
Learning lessons from the land
A hundred acres of who I am

(v2)
Guess I tested your wits old man cause sometimes you didn’t win
But you never did give up on me so I learned to never quit
And watching you pull life out of this delta dirt you loved
Has taught me…. to be proud ..it’s always in my blood 

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Found the deed in the mason jar where you kept mama’s 4-H pins
With the note you wrote that started out  “Hey there kid”
Don’t you miss me too much cause the fields need tending to
I’m restin’ well in a bed of blessings that came from raising you 

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