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Tell me what a young man |
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Mama What's he got to live for |
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Tossed in the shuffle of everyday war |
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Searchin' for some trouble |
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Which I'm sure he will find |
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Spend your whole life fightin' son |
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Meet your dyin' time |
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It's a shame |
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It's a shame |
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The trigger be his only friend |
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It's a shame, oh yeh |
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But it ain't never gonna end |
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He's a pocket full of hate |
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That don't give a damn |
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What fate awaits the machine gun man? |
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Well, he ain't got no future |
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And he ain't got no plan |
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What fate awaits the machine gun man? |
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I can't see tomorrow |
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And I don't see today |
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Trail of confusion done leadin' my way |
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They say the only thing worth killin' |
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Lord Be killin' time |
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I say the only soul worth savin' now |
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Mama Resavin' mine |
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It's a shame |
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It's a shame |
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The trigger be his only friend |
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It's a shame, oh yeh |
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But it ain't never gonna end |
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He's a pocket full of hate |
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That don't give a damn |
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What fate awaits the machine gun man? |
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Well, he ain't got no future |
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And he ain't got no plan |
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What fate awaits the machine gun man? |
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He keeps shootin' mama like any old fool would do |
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Lord, the life he be leadin' ain't the one he has to choose |
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As he walks on out that door |
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Mama breaks down to cry |
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As she waves the machine gun man |
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Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye...son |
