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I've taken a hit or two, |
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I've given quite a few |
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I swing my fists and the cities all fall |
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I've broken a law or two, |
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I reckon I only missed a few |
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I watch these long days pass through the bars, |
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I curse the brass |
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I've had a cracked rib or two, |
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I guess I've busted more |
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I've laid a couple out on the coolin' board |
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Sometimes you walk the line, sometimes it walks you |
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You get quick to anger, quick to put a knife |
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Up to another man's throat |
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I cannot still the hell that's in these hands |
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When they came to take me |
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I didn't try to fight, just let them win |
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A man died in my cell |
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Damn the guards sure gave me hell |
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I'd love to see them horsemen ride |
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So law and order stand aside |
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Oh, this woman and gin, woman and gin |
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Go together like the devil and sin |
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Her legs are like wheat, her lips are like wine |
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Gonna meet her at the end of the county line |
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Jailbreak, jailbreak |
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Tonight bring on the floodlights |
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Boys, yeah, fetch the shovel |
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Boys, yeah, post the lookout |
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Coppers, you'll never catch us, that's right |
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Ladies, we're coming home tonight' |
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Cause in a few more yards we'll reach the line |
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And meet up with a friend of mine |
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The dogs are comin', swift and mean |
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But I'm hungrier than they have ever been |
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Jailbreak, jailbreak |
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Tonight bring on the floodlights |
