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The man come to shake my hand, and rob me of my farm. |
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I shot 'em dead and I hung my head, and drove off his in his car. |
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So on the run with a smokin' gun, lookin' for the coast. |
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Of all the things I've had and lost, your love I miss the most. |
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And hell will have to pay, I went a little bit too far I'd say. |
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Half drunk I stumble on the whiskey from the bar. |
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Sleepin' on the Santa Monica pier with the junkies and the stars. |
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For when I woke a spanish cross, was reachin' for my hand. |
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Then the stranger took the place, the words I couldn't understand. |
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And there's nothin' but the ground, it's the only place I found. |
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Where I can lay my head in town. |
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Down on the boulevard, the sidewalk shuffles change. |
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Cracked out from the night before, hallucinatin' in the rain. |
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So borrowed me a quarter for a call to the other side. |
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I told God that the whole damn world was waitin' in line to die. |
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But not me, this time. |
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I left the trouble far behind. |
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And he tied his arm off one more time. |
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The man come to shake my hand, and rob me of my farm. |
