| When my father put his shame on me
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| Said he wouldn’t put his name on me
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| Said he wouldn’t be the first in his family
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| Whose son cried when he was born
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| Well he died the day I got a gun
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| Said that he was proud that I was his son
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| That was right there in his plan
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| I’d grow up and be a man
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| And there was a tear, I saw it in his eye
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| He said he couldn’t think of a better way to die
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| And the lord came down
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| and put a spoon in my mouth
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| It tasted so bitter, but I couldn’t spit it out
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| It tasted like the money that my poor mama made
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| Well, I went and stole it
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| 'Cause she took it to the grave
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| And there was a note, clenched in her right hand
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| said 'boy if you want to live, better die like a brave man'
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| Well, I don’t want to die in the middle of the night
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| I want a brave man’s death
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| I don’t want to die in the middle of the night
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| I want a brave man’s death
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| Spitting gasoline, burning my teeth, getting salt on the fields of my past
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| And the sun’ll come down with a milky white flash
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| I’ll get my brave man’s death at last
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| I had a woman
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| She had some kids
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| She said she loved them
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| I never did
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| Just the way that they feed
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| And take away what was young
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| Mo' ass (?) and muscle can do what needed to be done
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| And the day that she died, her cup was fully drained
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| She said take over my love, that life was worth the pain
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| Well, I don’t want to die in the middle of the night
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| I want a brave man’s death
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| I don’t want to die in the middle of the night
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| I want a brave man’s death
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| Spitting gasoline, burning my teeth, getting salt on the fields of my past
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| And the sun’ll come down with a milky white flash
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| I’ll get my brave man’s death at last
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| Had a heart that’s wailing
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| But I’m back without a bone
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| and a body’d go to work, but my head would come home
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| And I always had a knife in case a real man came along
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| He’d turn his head and his life was gone
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| So I hold it in my heart, yes I hold it in my heart, no I hide it in my heart
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| 'Cause it’s tearing me apart
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| Last thing that he said to me was blood was on my hands
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| God, I want to die like a man
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| I don’t want to die (I don’t want to die)
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| I want a brave man’s death
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| Praying' the lord
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| A soul to keep, keep it in his right hand
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| And when they’d left, and send me death
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| The death of a brave man |