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Late in the fall, after the shuckin was done, 
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The whole family would go to the fields. 
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We took rakes, and matches and a kerosene jug 
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Just us, no wagons, no wheels 

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We would rake all the stalks into rows 
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Line them up with the wind 
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Drop a match on the coal oil spot 
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It was then that the fun would begin 

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The leaping flames would follow the smoke 
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Crackin and poppin corn sparks into the dark sky 
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We were burning the trashno joke 
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So when we plowed next spring the ground would be dry 

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On the cold fall nights, wed hug the fire 
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Staying close enuf to stay warm 
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Wed keep runnin and burnin till the work was done 
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Helping out, when we were just kids on the farm 

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Now I can still smell the heavy smoke, 
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And some say we did more harm than good 
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But the memories I have of poor farm folks 
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Things turned out a lot better than we thought they would