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Are ya listenin' boy the man he hung see |
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You've heard it said that's what he done for me |
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Did ya hear that girl -- the man he calls your name |
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You best go to him it's he not me can loose your chains |
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Then we'll commence to walk sometime in prison shoes |
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We'll walk an walk an walk away our blues |
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Ida done better |
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From cradle to coffin |
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In between there's just too much walkin' |
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I ain't no odd man out -- junk hiding junk |
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I ain't nothin' to speak of |
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Just put it in the back an leave it off the rack |
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No i ain't what you're used to |
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Did ya taste that boy |
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That blood is as sweet as wine |
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Yeh i got it on me all the time |
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We'll do some runnin' too |
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You me an ruby-lu |
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Spin black blades an i'll unwind |
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Just let me go to sleep the lord my soul to keep |
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Don't talk just keep it on your mind |
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Can't you see that sun shinin' in your face has the same |
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He came an took your place |
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But you don't give a rip an down to hell you slip |
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You squack and squack boy you lost your grip |
