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What a pity, don't you understand
That every day's a rerun and the laughter's always cannedI'm the second in command
I'm the freshest ever cannedFrom daddy's plow and the fruit that mama canned
Some folks came to say farewell and see what all we had to sell
But some just came to shake my daddy's handAnd livin' off the fat of the land
We children did the best we could milked the cows and chopped the wood
And ate what mama left us cannedCops out on the highway, gonna take the job at hand
Been hidin' out for Louie gonna get him cannedWell, here I stand
I don't feel too good
Slightly cannedWith a gun up in your hand
All your heat is cannedFrom my daddy's plow to the soup that momma canned
Some folks came to say farewell or see what all we had to sell
Some just came to shake my daddy's handI had such visions planned
The frames were shot
But now our future's cannedFrom Daddy's tools to the fruit that Momma canned
Some folks came to say farewell and see all we had to sell
Some just came to shake my Daddy's hand