| Hey Patty Garrett that’s what I used to call you
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| They tell me you want me but I hear they’ve got you
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| They made you a lawman with a badge made of silver
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| They paid you some money to sell them my soul
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| But you say this ain’t about me, this ain’t about you
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| Or the good and the bad times we’ve both been through
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| When the lines between brothers and justice have changed
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| You do what you’ve got to cause you can’t walk away
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| I wonder what would have happened
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| If you were the killer
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| And I was the hero
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| Would things be the same
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| Or would I have traded
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| Your life for my own life
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| Would I have paid
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| Your debts in your place
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| But this ain’t about me, this ain’t about you
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| Or the good and the bad times we’ve both been through
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| When the lines between brothers and justice have changed
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| You do what you’ve got to cause you can’t walk away
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| Blood money
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| That’s what I call it
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| 'Cause money for blood ain’t no fair exchange
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| Blood money
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| Bought and then sold you
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| But your conscience is all you can take to your grave |