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The Reverend had his wife done in |
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By a guy I knew in high school |
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He and a friend should do her in |
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And make it look like a robbery"Here's money, son, go buy a gunAnd shoot her in the headNo one who dies, testifiesMake sure that she is dead" |
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The heathens were paid a thousand bucks |
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To eliminate someone |
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Plus they were paid five hundred more |
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To get themselves a gun |
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The guy I knew had a hunting knife"Why bother with a gun?She'll still be dead, why sweat detailsAs long as it gets done" |
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The Bible said that |
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Jesus bled |
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For the sins of the rest of us |
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The Reverend had his wife done in |
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For fifteen hundred bucks |
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They knocked upon the door |
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Said their car broke down |
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And asked if they could use the phone |
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For a ride back into town |
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They stabbed her several times |
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And left her there for dead |
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Bleeding and crying out |
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And gasping for breath |
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And they went out the very next night |
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And bragged about it |
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The Reverend came home from work |
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And found the |
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Mrs. dying |
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Life was falling from her grasp |
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But still she lay there trying |
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No one will ever know what she told him |
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Or know what he told her' |
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Cause the |
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Reverend did his wife in |
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Fifteen whacks, fireplace poker |
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The headlines screamed out"Brutal murder, small town preacher's wife" |
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The crime rocked all of |
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Colbert County |
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As each new fact came to light |
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It seems the preacher had a girl |
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He counseled on the side |
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Now the shit was coming down |
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And she was scared to lie |
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The preacher came home from the funeral |
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And found policemen waiting |
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The heathens, it seems, got coked up and drunk |
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And did a lot of communicating |
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Life is cheap for a couple of creeps |
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But this here is the smoker |
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Their prints were found all 'round the room |
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But not on the fireplace poker |
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The preacher's son brought his father home |
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And followed him inside |
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Shots rang out in the |
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Tuscumbia night |
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Was he alone when he died?"Don't call the son for questioningThat bullet was deservedBetter call it suicide, justice has been served" |
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Better call it suicide, justice has been served |
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The Reverend had his wife done in |
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By a guy I knew in high school |
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He and a friend should do her in |
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And make it look like a robbery |
