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  1. Doc Jackson
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DOC JACKSON (Bobby Starnes, Tim Stafford)

Ol Doc Jackson was a farmer, and a damn good friend of mine
On a hundred and forty acres, out on the city line
He only stood bout 5 foot 6, and a hundred and fifty lbs
But tougher than a pine knot, and he loved that hateful ground

Chorus
He wouldn’t sell one blade of grass, he’ll die with the family deed
But he’d give you the shirt right off his back if he knew you were in need

His Mom and Dad had bought it, with help from the GI bill
He never thought of leaving, and I doubt he ever will
His daddy died in his work boots, after putting up a load of hay
His momma died in a nursing home and wiped his future away

Chorus
He wouldn’t sell one blade of grass, he’ll die with the family deed
But he’d give you the shirt right off his back if he knew you were in need

One day a stranger showed up, a million dollars in his hand
He said I’m here to make you rich, If you'll sell me all this land
Doc just grinned, scratched his head Looked down and kicked the dirt
Said, “I don’t need your money, I’m the richest man on earth.”

Chorus 2
He wouldn’t sell one blade of grass, He’ll die with the family deed
Just to make his Momma proud And live his Daddy’s dream

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