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Well, I'm a gangster 1934 |
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Junkies, winos pimps and whores |
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And all you men women and kids |
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Best get out the way |
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I just left your town, took all your loot |
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Bought a pink carnation and a pin-striped suit |
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Hopped up the |
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V-8 FordAnd some two- tone shoes |
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And I'm already gone |
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I left a pool of blood and sorrow |
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I've got the machine gun blues |
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I'll be out of here for the break of dawn |
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I hit the highway, smoke a big cigar |
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I gotta stop and bury the cash |
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Then get some more |
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There's only one thing on my mind |
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Let's make it across that old state line |
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Well, I'm a hell of the avenging bullets |
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Waiting there for me |
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And I'm already gone, |
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I left the path of pure destruction |
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I've got the machine gun blues |
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Already gone, my life will soon be through |
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I've got the machine gun blues |
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Public enemy number one |
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I'm sorry for all the things that |
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I've doneIf indeed we do cross paths |
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It's nothing personal |
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And I'm already gone, |
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I left a trail of devastation |
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I've got the machine gun blues |
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Already gone, my life will soon be through |
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I've got the machine gun blues |
