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Oh, he listens to the countdown, every Sunday morning |
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From a cold solitary prison cell |
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And the music from his radio is like freedom down a dirt toad |
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Makes that eight by ten a brighter hill |
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Before he started doing all the hard time that he's doing |
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He was singing in them honky-tonks and dives |
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He dreamed of being somebody, now he's number 37405 |
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Well she used to come and see him, every other weekend |
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And bring him all the news from way back home |
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It's been two birthdays since he's kissed her, |
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Five seconds since he's missed her |
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Now the perfume on those letters ain't that strong |
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He's got too much time to think about the night he had too much to drink |
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And all his buddies, they begged him not to drive |
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Mr. Life of the Party, he's now number 37405 |
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Old judge on the bench said, "Son, your crime's got consequences." |
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It's what he told him, fifteen years ago |
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He took a life and that's a fact, he'd give his own to give it back |
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Today's the day he finally gets parole |
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He turns in them prison clothes, and stands there at the forkin' road |
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And mama prays and waits while he decides |
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And the angels close their eyes... |
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Listens to the birds sing on a perfect autumn morning |
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Just down the road, rings an old church bell |
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