| Hey look yonder, Henry, comes the sherrif
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| And he’s carrying a warrant in his hand
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| Don’t you run, poor old Henry, for he’ll shoot you
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| Lord, Lord
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| Not long will you be a free man
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| Now twenty years you must spend behind steel bars
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| For a crime that you did not do
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| Yeah the lie she swore in that district court
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| Has proved to be the ruin of you
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| Tried to warn you, Henry, not to cross her
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| Tried to tell you about her vengeful ways
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| When you turned and left her for another
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| She swore, Henry, that she’d make you pay
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| Now twenty years you must spend behind steel bars
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| For a crime that you did not do
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| Yeah, the lie she swore in that district court
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| Has proved to be the ruin of you
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| --- Instrumental ---
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| Listen well, all you young rounders
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| Heed the lesson poor old Henry never learned
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| That even hell with all its fiery power
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| Hath no fury like a woman’s scorned
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| Now twenty years you must spend behind steel bars
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| For a crime that you did not do
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| Yeah, the lie she swore in that district court
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| Has proved to be the ruin of you
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| Yeah, the lie she swore in that district court
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| Has proved to be the ruin of you… |