| On a bright summer’s day, in the middle of May,
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| With the sun shining down, my baby left town,
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| My brother broke jail.
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| Then my Daddy shot Mom, so I’ve written this song,
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| Just to tell all you folks out there cracking them jokes,
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| how I felt all along.
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| Oh, you came along, oh, you’ve heard my song,
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| Oh, you’ve got me wrong. |
| (You never told me it’d be like this!)
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| Oh, you came along, oh, you found this song,
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| Oh, you’ve got me wrong. |
| (I can’t stop thinking about that bright summers day!)
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| On a bright summer’s day, in the middle of May,
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| With the sun shining down, my baby left town,
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| My brother broke jail.
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| Oh, you came along, oh, you’ve heard this song,
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| Oh, you’ve got me wrong. |
| (And I never wanted it to be like this!)
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| Oh, you came along, oh, you found this song,
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| Oh, you’ve got me wrong. |
| (Now wait 'till I tell my Daddy about you!)
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| On a bright summer’s day, in the middle of May,
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| With the sun shining down, my baby left town,
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| My brother broke jail. |