| These four walls of Farnsworth
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| Are closing' in on me
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| My final meal’s over
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| They’re going to set me free
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| I can feel the fire’s a burning'
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| As the devil guards my door
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| I hit my knees in search of Jesus
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| On a cold jailhouse floor
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| Lord, now I’m singing':
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| «Get me out of here»
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| I see the preacher’s eyes
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| As my daughter cries
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| When they strap me in this chair
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| Lord, I hope she forgives me
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| For living' my life this way
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| Tonight I ride the lightning
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| To my final judgment day
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| Every life owes a debt
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| That’s what the Bible says
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| I owe mine to this state
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| For shooting' that boy to death
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| A liquor store attendant
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| He was reaching' for his gun
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| Now his Momma sits there smiling'
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| As the boss yells «Roll on one
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| Lord, now I’m singing':
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| «Get me out of here»
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| I see the preacher’s eyes
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| As my daughter cries
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| When they strap me in this chair
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| Lord, I hope she forgives me
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| For living' my life this way
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| Tonight I ride the lightning
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| To my final judgment day
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| A hungry blue eyed baby crying'
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| Made me rob that store
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| An' as that boy lay there dying'
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| I dropped my pistol on the floor
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| Yeah, I’d take it all back but there’s nothing' I can do
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| They’ve covered my face
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| An' the order’s gone through
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| As the boss yells «Roll on, two»
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| Now I’m flying'
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| Up an' out of here
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| I close my eyes an' slowly rise
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| Let my body leave this chair
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| Lord I hope you forgive me
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| For living' my life this way
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| Yeah, tonight I ride the lightning
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| To my final resting' place
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| These four walls of Farnworth
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| Are closing' in on me |