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A tradition of my family for generations, my granddaddy used to say the best cure for idle hands was to build something.

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Hey, you are listening to Sean of the South,

and I'm your host tonight, Sean Dietrich,

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This man you see behind me here fixing to blow your mind

with his fiddle is Simon Robinson everybody Simon Robinson All alone, all alone, my friends alone my friends all I fled

My father he's a drunkard number that she's dead

I'm a poor little child and I wonder and leave

For the voice of my mother to sing me to sleep I'm alone all alone this cold world so wild

God look down and pity and drunk and slow child in pity look down and hasten to me

And take me to dwell with my mother and leave She sleeps on the hill in the bed of cold play.

How sad it did seem to lay mother away.

She's gone with the angels and on do I see.

So dear is the love of my mother to me.

I'm alone all alone in this cold world so wild

got to look down and pity and drunk a child being paid to look down and decent to me

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