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Now when it comes to art, I know I am quite quaint For what's called modem art Looks like they've spilled the paint.
A sculptor once did fashion life For sure was not a faker. He didn't need to be A literal boiler maker.
In the field of country music There really is a change. No more Red River Valley O r Home Upon the Range. The stuff they strum today Some claim is much the wiser: My country recollections Called it fertilizer. The keenest cut of all Did not let morals be. To forsake the sacred Is now what sets you free. Family ties are cut asunder A father now may roam, A mother doesn't matter She, too, forsakes the home. Courtesy to a lady? That's not now a must. Beat her to the punch, And in their luck they trust.