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Somebody get my shotgun |
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Somebody get my blade |
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Sally's been layin' with another man |
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And he's sleeping in my place |
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Somebody get my shotgun |
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Gonna shoot him sure as rain |
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You can run as fast as you want to boy |
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I'll kill you just the same |
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Somebody get my pocket blade |
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Gonna cut him don't you know |
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You can try to hide all you want to boy |
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There ain't nowhere to go |
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Somebody get my shotgun |
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Somebody get my blade |
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Sally's been layin' with another man |
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And he's sleeping in my place |
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Now Sally don't go thinkin' |
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That you got off so clean |
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I'd kill you too if I had the nerve |
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But I just ain't that mean |
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So I go and get my murder tools |
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I throw them in the lake |
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Gonna steal me an automobile |
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And drive so far away |
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Now I am a fugitive |
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I'm always on the run |
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Sally told the policeman |
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Exactly what I'd done |
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I went and got my shotgun |
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I went and got my blade |
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Killed poor Sally's lover |
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And I put him in the grave. |
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Now all you ramblin' fellas |
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You listen close to me |
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That woman gonna bring you pain |
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Your heart is gonna bleed |
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But it ain't worth the trouble |
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The sufferin' or the grief |
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A bleeding heart is better than the penitentiary |
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I killed Sally's lover |
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One dark and dreary day |
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Sally got another |
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And I got sent away |
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Somebody get my shotgun |
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Somebody get my blade |
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Sally's been laying with another man |
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And I set him in his grave |
