| Yeah, she always had me, guess she always will
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| One day she betrayed me, now I’m rottin' in this cell
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| Countin' down the days with this chalk and stone
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| Wishin' that that woman wouldn’t went and done me wrong
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| Had a face just like an angel, a soul just like a beast
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| She pulled me in and loved me; |
| she tore me piece by piece
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| Yeah, she had it comin', well, I bet you’d do the same
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| Now the walls of Huntsville keep me under lock and chain
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| Instrumental break
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| Had an eye for things a shinin', my pockets were not deep
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| She went out a prowlin', lookin' for some fresher meat
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| Thought she was clever, I pulled up in the rear
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| I pulled out my Old Timer, I cut that boy from ear to ear
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| Yeah, she begged me not to do it, said her runnin' days are through
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| I said: «I forgive you,» as the bullet casings flew
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| Satisfaction, it locomotived through my brain
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| Now the walls of Huntsville keep me under lock and chain
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| Instrumental break
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| If I had the chance, I’d do it all again
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| 'Cause a woman can be evil, twice as much as any man
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| Lookin' back, well, I’d do it all the same
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| Now the walls of Huntsville keep me under lock and chain
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| Now the walls of Huntsville keep me under lock and chain |