To The Woodshed

To The Woodshed
Copyright 2013 by Keith Birmingham
4/4 time @ 194bpm

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I remember crystal clear

The times I had to face the fear

When my Momma used to take me
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To the woodshed.


She would grab me by the ear,

Drag me screaming out in fear,

As, I begged her not to take me
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To the woodshed..


When my dad came home at night

Mom would tell him what I’d done

And, I’d pray he wouldn’t take me
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To the woodshed.


Knowin’ if I he did not laugh

That my bottom would be red

I prayed to God I would not go
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To the woodshed.


When I grew up to be a man,

I swore that I would never have

A child that I would have to take
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To the woodshed.


But that son of mine was more,

Than a man had patients for.

Many times I took him out
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To the woodshed.

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Now those days they are all gone.

And, he has children of his own.

And, I know he has to take them
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To the woodshed.


Now I find that there is more,

and there are better reasons for,

Me to take a trip on out
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To the woodshed.


With this world in such a mess,

It puts my brain to the test.

I find myself headin’ out
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To the woodshed.


Where I find shelter from the pain

From a world that's gone insane,

And, I love to take myself out
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To the woodshed.


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