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Hear my story and listen well |
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Truth is in all that I tell |
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It could never have been me |
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I did not shoot no deputy |
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Mr. Grant, the deputy |
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Friend to my whole family |
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He always tell me when John Brown |
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Was getting ready to come around |
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Don't blame me |
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Don't blame me |
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I hide it all except a few seeds |
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And make him think I plant for me |
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When Mr. Grant and I know all the while |
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We've got enough for the whole island |
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Three years now we sell it in town |
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Under the bucket that goes down |
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No one knew of it but three |
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Mr. Grant, Davis and me |
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Don't blame me |
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Don't blame me |
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I swear by God it is a plot |
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Davis sent me here to rot |
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Listen people, can't you see |
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Mr. Davis shot the deputy |
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Don't blame me |
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Don't blame me |
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Don't blame me |
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Don't blame me |
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Don't blame me |
