The banjo strums aSouthern tune,
Of tall tales told so true,
The storytellers bend the truth,
But that's what storytellers do.
The front porch is the gathering spot,
Where gossip and lies mix,
With banjos and lies we pass the time,
Beneath the weather vane's fix.
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