| Started out like anyone of you
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| Good intentions and a degree
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| But one hot night under the neon lights
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| Killed a boy just 17
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| Now I sit here rainin' on my Maker
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| Reprieve is all I’m praying for
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| Lord I fear the hangman’s steps approachin'
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| Will the priest knock gently on my door
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| And I know I’ve let my daddy down
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| And I broke my mother’s heart
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| I’d give anything turn back time again
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| Just give me one more start
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| I don’t need no trial humiliation
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| Just tell me that I’m heaven bound
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| I don’t want no two-faced consolation
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| What use is that to me six feet underground
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| I’m going down to the engine shed
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| Put a gun up to my head
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| Blow myself into the promised land
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| We call it scarred and scared
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| And if you ever see my son again
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| Don’t let on just how I fared
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| Tell him, tell him I went down big and strong
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| I was never, never, never scarred or scared
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| All the girls that once did gather 'round me
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| Have moved along to someone else
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| Sitting here desperation is my close friend
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| What I’d give to kiss one of them now
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| Ooh, yeah I’ll take you there
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| I’ll take ya there |