| Willie Johnson was locking up his store Monday night
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| And someone snuck in and they commenced a fight
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| His wife Emilia found him lying on the freezer floor
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| Now this sleepy little town, it aint sleepy no more
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| Sheriff Walker holds three local boys in jail
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| They confessed right down to the last detail
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| They beat Willie with a bat, He was 70 years old
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| Then they bought some beer with the six dollars they stole
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| Well I know my anger is not politically cool
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| But, brother we’re in danger when kids can be so cruel as to kill for play,
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| Dear God have mercy we’re liven just like theres no judgment day
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| Billy Haney is the youngest of the three accused
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| His grandpa got him as a baby hungry and abused
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| But no one guessed the depth of his emotional scares
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| Till we saw him on the news grinning like a movie star
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| Well I know my anger is not politically cool
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| But, brother we’re in danger when we can be so cruel, as throw our kids away
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| Dear God have mercy we’re living just like theres no judgment day
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| Today the headlights lined in the drizzling rain
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| To the graveyard stretched a five mile chain
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| And we laid to rest one of this towns sweetest souls
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| And we barried the peace we know in that very same hole |