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She stands at the window |
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Proud Mary, bad news |
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Demands from the credit |
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And the sheriff's men too |
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The wife of a fishermen no longer at sea |
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She can always find him where whisky flows free |
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She never called it poverty, the doorstep was clean |
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Till city hall came calling to show what it means |
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Have you seen it before |
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The names of good women and men |
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Decreed by the sword and the pen |
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To be outlaws all over again. |
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The names in the churchyard are long overgrown |
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Still she came kneeling with flowers of her own |
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They're watching you, Mary, in hard times afraid |
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As counsel finds guilty for charges unpaid |
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And even as the last hope is labelled and sold |
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We're all for one, Mary, outlawed for gold. |
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Have you seen it before? |
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The names of good women and men |
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Decreed by the sword and the pen |
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To be outlaws all over again |
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And even as your last hope is labeled and sown |
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We're all the one, Mary, outlawed for good |
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Have you seen it before? |
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The names of good women and men |
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Decreed by the sword and the pen |
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To be outlaws all over again |
