| I feel the irons on my wrist
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| And lament, it’s come to this
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| When they hang me from the gallows tree
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| «Such as life,» you’ll hear me hiss
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| I’m not the reddest handed bandit here
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| But I’m the one who’ll take the fall
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| This smoking gun’s been smothered
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| By the long arm of the law
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| The Chaplin says, «The end is started
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| And your judgment has begun
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| Prayers can lead to God’s forgiveness
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| For all the foolish things you’ve done»
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| «You've got tonight to find
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| Some peace of mind before you leave this world»
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| And I hope and pray
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| That I may never get what I deserve
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| Take me down to the river
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| Preacher, take me by the hand
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| Take me down to the river
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| Mend the soul of a broken man
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| Drown me in forgiveness
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| Wash these bloody hands of mine
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| Take me down to one last river
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| Lord, let me testify
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| I believe in God’s benevolence
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| And I have seen with my own eyes
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| In the river just outside the gate
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| Sunday sinners get baptized
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| And I’ll pray for my redemption
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| But I’m quite sure that he won’t hear
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| I’ve never had that watered cross
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| Trickle in my ear
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| The chaplain’s face it grew sadder
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| He said, «You've not been christened, son?»
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| «No,» I said and I hung my head
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| «Is there nothing to be done?»
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| «If I could get down to that river
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| Can’t you see how cleansed I’d be?
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| The latest lamb in God’s hands
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| And my soul would be set free»
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| Take me down to the river
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| Preacher, take me by the hand
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| Take me down to the river
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| Mend the soul of a broken man
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| Drown me in forgiveness
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| Wash these bloody hands of mine
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| Take me down to one last river
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| Lord, let me testify
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| They take me to the river banks
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| Two guards and the chaplain
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| The moonlight shines on the holy tides
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| My prayers have been answered
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| I take my sodden walk to Jesus
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| All piety and grace
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| The guards release my shackles
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| But they cannot read my face
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| The deepest breath that I can take
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| As I plunge under the water
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| The chaplain had the kindest ways
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| But he could have been a whole lot smarter
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| Two kicks and I’m traveling
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| Beneath the muddy waters gleam
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| And by the time I take a second breath
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| I’m a hundred yards downstream
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| Take me down to the river
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| Preacher, take me by the hand
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| Take me down to the river
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| Mend the soul of a broken man
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| Drown me in forgiveness
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| Wash these bloody hands of mine
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| Take me down to one last river
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| Lord, let me testify |