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Steelman frame in a creek bed |
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took the money & you fled |
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counted months til they found you |
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they had your bike they were bound to |
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26 from here to home |
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26 no gun just notes |
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26 without a shot |
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that's more than Bonnie & Clyde got |
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you know they called you the Choir Boy |
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before they had any hints |
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that you only ever pressed your palms |
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so you wouldn't leave prints |
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don't they say you can't go home |
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Thanksgiving you should have known |
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read your rights & cuffed face down |
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in front of Ace Hardware in your hometown |
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order called & they read your name |
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on your feet as judgment came |
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all those times they thought you were praying |
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Tom you should've been praying |
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you know they called you the Choir Boy |
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the way you cleared those safes |
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but you only ever bowed your head |
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to keep your face off the tapes |
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& Tom I heard you were smiling |
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when the feds rushed in |
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was it a kind of relief |
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to pay for your sin |
