| Well I’m a holed up in this attic room
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| Waiting on a good god’s word
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| Everybody in town jumpin' up layin' down
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| Tell me brother what you heard
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| It’s been six days since we rolled into town
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| They been treating me like some kind of king
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| But now the other shoes dropped
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| And the keystone cops are hear to me make me squeal or sing
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| There was faith
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| There was hope
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| There was just enough rope to hang on
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| I was lost in the crowd
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| And when I turned around you was gone
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| With the words you said
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| Sticking in my head like a song
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| I try to sing along
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| Pistol Pete pulls out his piece
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| And he waves it around the room
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| Then he kills some time 'til he spills the wine
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| Talking about the bride and the groom
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| Jingle johnny tries to chill the scene
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| But poor JJ he got the shakes
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| Pulls the blinds kills the lights
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| As the ground beneath him aches
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| There was faith
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| There was hope
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| There was just enough rope to hang on
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| I was lost in the crowd
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| And when I turned around you was gone
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| With the words you said
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| Sticking in my head like a song
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| I try to sing along
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| So I slide out around three am
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| Jesse messin' with my head
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| And when I roll back down to the crime scene
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| They try and tell me you ain’t dead
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| Pistol pete he’s livin' large
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| And grinnin' ear to ear
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| But jingle johnny slips right by me
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| As I finally taste the fear
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| There was faith
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| There was hope
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| There was just enough rope to hang on
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| I was lost in the crowd
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| And when I turned around you was gone
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| With the words you said
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| Sticking in my head like a song
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| I try to sing along |