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Billy left on Friday night with twenty dollars cash |
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Had a thousand more and a diamond on his hand |
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When he got back |
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I don't know just where Billy got that dough |
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Saturday he spent in style |
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Drinks were on the house |
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Lincoln here, and a Jackson there |
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Suspicions were aroused |
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A dime was dropped and a name was named |
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A body soon was found |
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A travelin' Bilble salesman on his monthly trip to town |
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Three bullet holes |
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A .38 done took his soul |
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What do you know |
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No diamond ring no money roll |
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A quick investigation |
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They dragged Billy to the station |
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And broke him down with the third degree |
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His alibi unraveled |
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Judge Riley banged his gavel |
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A 12-man jury all agreed |
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So he must be guilty |
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I knew Billy spent that night |
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Winning big at cards |
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And the salesman was a married man |
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Who broke my sisters heart |
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Billy sits in Levenworth |
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Waiting for the gas |
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And I know lots of other things |
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But no one ever asked |
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So they'll never know |
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Swear to God they'll never know |
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Case is closed, that's how the story will be told |
