BOTTOM DOLLAR
BOTTOM DOLLAR I was born in a run down shack, out in possum holler, down by the railroad track, mom gave the doc a dollar. Then one day my momma died, was a real hot day in June, couldn't wait to run and hide, but was took in by Mr. Boone. Now Mr. Boone would put me down, and make me clean the barn,... Sign in to see full entry.