My mother, from the hills of Kentucky, lost all of her teeth and seldom wore the false ones. Her speech and stories were similiar to the one below but mine are G.P. :)
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teef are made fur chewin’
but there are leeks spewin’
if yore chawin’ ‘baccies good
and yore spittin’ as one should
so what if some splat on the floor

dey say it stains yore teef
but no more than hog’s feet
’Tain’t sumptin to promote
like lawn moors of billy goat
or purdy screens in da door

yore teef may turn yellow
in town dere’s a fellow
who claims he can clean yore mouth
’tis a pity that it’s Ralph
and he likes torturing galore

God gav us teef to eat
(e’rybody likes sweet)
so dey fall out now and den
ya don’t have to smile my friend
e’rybody knows youse is poor

whod want to keep teef white
enough to shine like light
dey say yellow’s natural
dentists’ jus want teef to pull
rich want to keep teef like before

like children our teef fall
but dats da good Lord’s call
He’d a glued dem in real well
if deys meant to last a spell
we ain’t ta bye dem in a store

teef are made fur chewin’
modern times are brewin’
to make dem last forever
but dey can pain ya brother
don’t cha see dat man anymore