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(d. yoakam) |
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Hey look yonder, henry, comes the sheriff |
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And he's carrying a warrant in his hand |
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Don't you run, poor old henry, for he'll shoot you |
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Not long will you be a free man |
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Now twenty years you must spend behind steel bars |
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For a crime that you did not do |
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Yeah the lie she swore in that district court |
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Has proved to be the ruin of you |
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Tried to warn you, henry, not to cross her |
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Tried to tell you about her vengeful ways |
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When you turned and left her for another |
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She swore, henry, that she'd make you pay |
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Chorus: |
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Now twenty years you must spend behind steel bars |
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For a crime that you did not do |
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Yeah the lie she swore in that district court |
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Has proved to be the ruin of you |
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Listen well, all you young rounders |
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Heed the lesson poor old henry never learned |
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That even hell with all its fiery power |
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Hath no fury like a woman's scorn |
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Chorus: |
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Now twenty years you must spend behind steel bars |
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For a crime that you did not do |
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Yeah the lie she swore in that district court |
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Has proved to be the ruin of you |
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Yeah the lie she swore in that district court |
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Has proved to be the ruin of you |
