| Well Louie lost his daughter
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| Down behind that shack
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| The sweet brown sugar took her
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| And she did not make it back
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| It’s another form of suicide
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| Now I know the reason why I’m runnin'
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| So if you see your sister tryin' to
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| Hide her tracks
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| You just as well remind her
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| Cause she might not make it back
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| It’s another form of suicide
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| No one knows the reason why she’s runnin'
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| Far away
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| And all the fools think they’re wise
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| And the angels they cry
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| And the people they all gathered round
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| It was nine twenty-five
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| When her body arrived
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| And by noon she was down in the ground
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| And we all fell down
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| (You better look out)
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| So if you see your brother
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| Choking on the dope
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| You just as well remind him
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| Cause he does not stand a hope
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| (It's) another form of suicide
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| No one knows the reason why he’s runnin'
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| Far away
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| And we all fall down
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| So if you see your mama Shakin' on the street
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| Your little sister’s starving
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| And there ain’t no food to eat
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| She’s looking for the dealer
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| She’s tryin' to find some crack
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| Well, tell your little sister
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| Mama won’t be coming back
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| Another form of suicide
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| No one knows the reason why she’s runnin'
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| Far away
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| And all the fools think they’re wise
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| And the angels they cry
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| And the people they all gathered round
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| It was nine twenty-five
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| When her body arrived
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| And by noon she was down in the ground
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| And we all fall down
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| And we all fall down
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| And we all fall down
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| To the ground And we all fall down
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| It’s comin' to tet ya
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| Just one more hit
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| Just another hit
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| You Better look out
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| Cause the dealer’s gonna get ya
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| You’re going down |