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Henry Percy

I once worked for Henry Percy a very good friend of mine

He owned a little vineyard on highway 59

It was a clearing in a forest perched high upon a hill he made the finest moonshine from a copper still

We soon got talking about days so long ago

He was from Kentucky i was from Idaho

It seems we had connections somewhere down the line

He said that he had married in 1979

He only had one boy who was up and gone seems he joined the army as my own daddy had done.

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