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These are the kids of Sonny and Rena
I'm gonna tell you their names
There's more of them kids than days in a week
They're a mighty big mess of Crains
First was Karen, always sharing
Pies she'd make by scratch
But don't you peak at the recipe
Or your hide she might just snatch
Then there's Terry who off was carried
When he got picked up by a twister
When he hit the ground, he never slowed down
Found his baby and he kissed her
Norman third, if you hadn't heard
Is back from Vietnam
He's one of the few, on on a big long pew
Who's flipping through the Psalms
Uncle Steve would ho and heave
When Bobby made him chuckle
He's quick to travel and haul some gravel
With miles on his knuckles
Roger was a silent codger
His hounds would do the Barkin
Only decent folks could bum a smoke
Or kiss miss Dolly Parton
Big ole Gary far from scary
His barn a quiet cloister
Can throw a hoss with a one armed toss
And eat a bowl of mountain oysters
And down the hill, she lives there still
Was darlin miss aunt Kathy
How ya been? With a great big grin
She always sweet and sassy
My aunt Janie, far from rainy
She shines like a summer sun
She'd always have a great big laugh
She's a great big ball of fun
Here at the end, we've got the twins
There's Rhonda and there's Randy
Sonny turned blue, when they came in twos
And grabbed a glass of brandy
Those are the kids of Sonny and Rena
No two are the same
There's more of them kids than days in a week
They're a mighty big mess of Crains