| hangin’lifeless on his every word -- o man
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| you don’t understand dear man
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| the little angel held out her hand
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| sayin’father, father i love you
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| o praise jesus i got her
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| ok yeah billygoat an we’ll play farm
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| i didn’t mean to spirit stiff you
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| nor to doy you no harm
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| you say you’ve got a bone to pick
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| well, there’s plenty showin’on me come on up yeah bring your temper boy
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| we’ll see, we’ll see
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| yeah you may be the only one come on son
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| bring your blade and your gun
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| and if i die by your hand
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| i’ve gotta home in glory land
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| Red Neck Reel
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| Prison Shoe Romp
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| are ya listenin’boy the man he hung see
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| you’ve heard it said that’s what he done for me did ya hear that girl -- the man he calls your name
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| you best go to him it’s he not me can loose your chains
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| then we’ll commence to walk sometime in prison shoes
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| we’ll walk an walk an walk away our blues
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| ida done better
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| from cradle to coffin
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| in between there’s just too much walkin'
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| i ain’t no odd man out -- junk hiding junk
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| i ain’t nothin’to speak of just put it in the back an leave it off the rack
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| no i ain’t what you’re used to did ya taste that boy
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| that blood is as sweet as wine
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| yeh i got it on me all the time
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| we’ll do some runnin’too
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| you me an ruby-lu
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| spin black blades an i’ll unwind
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| just let me go to sleep the lord my soul to keep
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| don’t talk just keep it on your mind
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| can’t you see that sun shinin’in your face has the same
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| he came an took your place
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| but you don’t give a rip an down to hell you slip
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| you squack and squack boy you lost your grip |