| Said you’re gonna shoot me down, put my body in the river
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| Shoot me down, put my body in the river
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| While the whole world sings, sing it like a song
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| The whole world sings like there’s nothing going wrong
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| He shot her down, he put her body in the river
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| He covered her up, but I went to get her
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| And I said, «My girl, what happened to you now?»
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| I said, «My girl, we gotta stop it somehow»
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| Oh, and tell me, what’s a man with a rifle in his hand
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| Gonna do for a world that’s so sick and sad?
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| Tell me, what’s a man with a rifle in his hand
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| Gonna do for a world that’s so gone mad?
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| He’s gonna shoot me down, put my body in the river
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| Cover me up with the leaves of September
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| Like an old sad song, you heard it all before
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| Well, Delia’s gone, but I’m settling the score
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| So tell me, what’s a man with a rifle in his hand
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| Gonna do for a world that’s just dying slow?
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| Tell me, what’s a man with a rifle in his hand
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| Gonna do for his daughter when it’s her turn to go? |