| Well I used to be an angel
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| I guess my wings got torn
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| For I ain’t seen nothing but bad luck and trouble
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| Ever since that i’ve been born
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| Ever since that i’ve been born
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| I used to have a best friend
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| And a girl for to be my bride
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| I had everything that a man could want
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| I believed i was satisfied
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| I bleieved i was satisfied
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| But as i came home one evening
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| The moon was hanging high
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| I felt something wrong, something must be going on and a black cat passed me by
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| A black cat passed me by
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| So i peeked on through my keyhole
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| Now tell me what did i see?
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| I saw my gal and my best friend
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| In a bed that belonged to me
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| A bed that belonged to me
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| So i went and grabbed my shotgun
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| You know how the story goes
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| Gonna find me on a chain, digging ditches in the rain and i’ll be wearing them
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| county clothes
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| Wearing them county clothes
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| Yes the jury found me guilty
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| I heard that gavel sound
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| And the only friend who would have thrown my bail
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| Was six feet underground
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| Six feet underground
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| Oh Lord i’m feeling lowdown
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| Got nothing to call mine
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| Gonna spend my days, wasting all away
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| In cell block #9
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| Cell block #9 |