He's an all American boy mama's pride and papa's joy
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Paper waddin' all the girls tiein' knots in sister's curles
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BB gunnin' passers by with a twinkle in his eye
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He's a youngster full of fun and we're proud to call him son
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He pushed grandma down the stairs and he knelt and said his prayers
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And he blessed us one and all and set fire to the hall
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While the fireman fought the fire our boy punctured all their tires
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He's a youngster full of fun and we're proud to call him son
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We went fishin' me and him and he knew I couldn't swim
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So this playfull little lad liked to drown his lovin' dad
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Nearly cought my death of cold but his mother said don't scold
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He's a youngster full of fun and we're proud to call him son
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Well he poisoned grandma's tea now she lies in agony
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Made his mother kind of ex't she says what will he do next
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When he shot the neighbor's goats we agreed that's wild oats
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He's a youngster full of fun and we're proud to call him son
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Now they took our boy away and we miss him more each day
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For our life's adored and tame since the paddy wagon came
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We sit and stare in vain through each broken window pane
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He's a youngster full of fun and we're proud to call him son
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We're Proud To Call Him Son
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Harlan Howard |