| I know how much you hate to get up in the mornin'
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| But somebody’s gotta make a move.
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| There’s a parking lot full of Po-lice outside
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| And they all 'axed' of you.
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| He said «I might mislead you but I would n’t ever lie to ya.»
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| And I said «Well hell, that’s the way it ought to be.»
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| And he said «I never shot him. |
| He shot himself,
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| While he was shootin' at me.»
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| Hey there’s a pitchfork sticking through the roof of the car
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| And both the headlights are busted out."
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| These people say they saw you runnin' away."
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| He said, «Hell, I was just going for help.»
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| I hope somebody’s writin' this down.
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| Let’s get our story straight, boys, 'fore we get back to town.
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| My guess is, he just went insane,
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| Tried to swim away with too much change.
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| The Doctor said I can fix that for ya but it’s gonna be awhile.
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| Just go on an' take a seat.
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| Try not to bleed on the carpet and
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| Pull the door shut when you leave.
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| A singer/songwriter/massage therapist friend of mine
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| Said y’all might be needin' a little help.
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| Now I’ll drive your truck but I don’t lift nothin'
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| And I room all by myself!
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| I hope somebody’s writin' this down.
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| Let’s get our story straight, boys, 'fore we get back to town.
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| Now all y’all witnessed what I said he done.
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| I hope he makes bail. |
| I love it when they run. |