In the eighth and ninth grade I had a friend who’s father had to have part of his cheek removed because he used so much chewing tobacco. Oddly enough, this friend used tobacco himself. Fast forward a few years and I was practicing with my band. My buddy started playing a nice little country song he had written and there was a paper and pen right in front of me.
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I went down, to the country store, to get my old man some chaw.
He’s missing twenty teeth, and half of his jaw.
I said, “Poppy can I have some dip, so I can put it in my lip?”
He said, “Son remember that lonesome day, the day my face fell off.”
He likes the taste of South Carolina, running through his lip.
He doesn’t like any other flavor, than that Red Man dip.
He puts it in and swishes it around, his teeth and gums have all turned brown.
I just remember that lonesome day, the day his face fell off.
On that sad day we were outside, working on the crops.
Papa fell down and he said to me, “My hearts a fixin’ to stop.”
I said, “Pa speak to me, tell me what I can do.”
He said, “Son get the Red Man, and give me one last chew.”
I just remember that lonesome day, the day his face fell off.