| I was dealin' up and down the highway
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| Till they caught me with a heavy load
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| They sentenced me to hard labor
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| Workin' on the side of the road
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| Now I don’t deny I was guilty
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| And I know I broke the law
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| I was hungry and broke and couldn’t see no hope
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| And my back was up against the wall
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| Now I’m right outside your window
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| Honey open up and let me in
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| I broke out of jail this mornin'
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| And I ain’t never goin' back again
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| I just had to stop by for a minute
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| And I can’t stay long at all
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| 'Cause I gotta run you see I’m under the gun
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| And my back is up against the wall
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| I was shackled to a three-time loser
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| A man named Jefferson
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| One night we got to talkin'
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| And I asked him what he’d done
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| He said a man fell over my razor
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| In the middle of a barroom brawl
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| But don’t you see it was him or me And my back was up against the wall
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| Now I’m right outside your window
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| Honey open up and let me in
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| I broke out of jail this mornin'
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| And I ain’t never goin' back again
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| I just had to stop by for a minute
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| And I can’t stay long at all
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| 'Cause I gotta run you see I’m under the gun
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| And my back is up against the wall
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| Now I’m right outside your window
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| Honey open up and let me in
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| I broke out of jail this mornin'
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| And I ain’t never goin' back again
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| I just had to stop by for a minute
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| And I can’t stay long at all
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| 'Cause I gotta run you see I’m under the gun
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| And my back is up against the wall
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| I gotta run you see I’m under the gun
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| And my back is up against the wall
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| Yeah I gotta run you see I’m under the gun
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| And my back is up against the wall |