Got my social security number tattooed on my arm. So’s if they find me layin’ face down somewhere’s, ‘least they’ll know who they’re buryin’. Both my folks is buried back in Iowa. Got graves with a stone on ‘em. Last time I stopped there was thirty years ago. Stood over ‘em and said a little piece. Ain’t been back since. The only way I’ll get to my hometown again is in a pine box.

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