Alchohol, Tobacco and Firearms

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Alchohol, Tobacco and FirearmsDad useta forge ammo in his south Texas shedus kids knew not to sneak smokes in that powderkegand Uncle Ron useta drive out in a Ryder truckbringing loads of bright leaves from his field in Kentuckand Daddy's storm cellar had a five gallon stillfriends didn't mind twisters cos they drank their fillyeah, Dad wasn't runnin' some country cartelhis goods were for sharin'...no he'd never sellalchohol, tobacco and firearmshe never did good people no harmand I swear by the American eaglewhat people want oughtta be legalcos folks always came to our farmfor alchohol, tobacco and firearmswhen bootleggers threatened dad about his free boozethey got a bottle of fire with a cigarette fusethen one day he saw men nosing 'round by his shedone guy had a bullhorn and a windbreaker that read"alchohol, tobacco and firearmsbut he never did good people no harmand I swear by the American eaglewhat people want oughtta be legalcos folks always came to our farmfor alchohol, tobacco and firearms"well, that fed wore a bulletproof vesthe didn't want bootleg lead in his chestbut dad just offered a smoke and a drinkgave him a homesmithed gun and said, "whattaya think?"(spoken)...well my dad remained a free mancos he bribed that northern G-Manwith alchohol, tobacco and firearmshe never did good people no harmand I swear by the American eaglewhat people want oughtta be legalcos folks always came to our farmfor alchohol, tobacco and firearms(c)2006 Robert George