“Kinley’s Cross to Bear”
to the tune of “Smile like you Mean It” by the Killers

Our Moon’s grace, right now it doesn’t have son
A new face soon will come

Girl, you’ll help us raise a man
Oh boy, he’ll need your helping hand … he’s

Taco Roll Bird Poop
Taco Roll Bird Poop

Looking back at when your mom was skinny;
She was not with a son.
Trees of families may spring
Some twigs grow up to be Kinleys … and

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Taco Roll Bird Poop
Taco Roll Bird Poop

and we will always love you
even where there is Bird Poop
like Mom always loved Unk
even when Unk was bird poop.

and some one may drive you crazy
like Unk drives your mama
but Unk loves your Mama … and you’ll love … and you’ll love

Taco Roll Bird Poop
Taco Roll Bird Poop
Taco Roll Bird Poop
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