My Dad wasn't a conman! He was an upstanding fellow, quite earnest. Sometimes the joke of the song is just how big a whopping lie it is. I may be a conman, but not my Dad. I think I wrote this on the piano, forgot how to play it, then figured it out differently on the guitar. I'm pleased that it communicates a couple specific grafts in two verses and a couple more in the bridge.
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