Sado's Gift

He was born in Texas under the tall pine trees
In October of eighteen eighty three
He was raised just to farm the land
Grow some cotton and try to make a stand
Life was hard and folks were tough
Back in the piney woods livin' it rough

His weathered hands and his farmers tan
Was a sign he could work the land
He walked behind a horse and a plow
He'd watch for rain way up in the clouds
He'd sing a song he'd laugh out loud
He told stories that drew a crowd

Folks said he never met a stranger
He would always know your name
He was forever talkin' good times
With or without a good plantin' rain
Folks said come hell or come high water
Laughter was Sado's gift
He said trouble sure does know me
Then he'd smile and laugh a bit

Just a poor dirt farmer
Livin' the old fashion way
Just a poor dirt farmer
Growin' and killin' everything they ate

Folks said he never met a stranger
He would always know your name
He was forever talkin' good times
With or without a good plantin' rain
Folks said come hell or come high water
Laughter was Sado's gift
He said trouble sure does know me
Then he'd smile and laugh a bit

Folks said come hell or come high water
Laughter was Sado's gift
He said trouble sure does know me
Then he'd smile and laugh a bit



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