| I’m gonna make that final walk, down that wretched lonesome hallway
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| Gonna take my final meal before they sit me in the chair
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| Gonna have some preacher man who’ve I’ve never known before
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| Take me by the hand and tell me I’ll soon walk with Jesus
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| When I kill that man
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| When I kill that man
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| I’ll get up on the stand
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| Tell them all just how I planned
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| To kill that man
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| To kill that man
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| The judge he will command
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| And I’ll ride off to the land of no return
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| My mother will be there, with her quiet understanding
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| My brothers will be there, with their judging eyes of stone
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| My father will be there, wondering what he could have done to change
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| This son who finally broke, and just reached out and had to choke
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| When I kill that man
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| When I kill that man
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| I’ll get up on the stand
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| Tell them all just how I planned
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| To kill that man
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| To kill that man
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| The judge he will command
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| And my soul will leave this land
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| The warden will glance at the phone and watch to give the signal
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| Waiting for the call that we both know will never come
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| The witnesses will look away, as my body starts to tremble
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| Then I’ll lose all restriction as my spirit leaves this shell
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| When I kill that man
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| When I kill that man
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| I’ll get up on the stand
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| Tell them all just how I planned
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| To kill that man
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| To kill that man
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| The judge he will command
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| And I’ll ride off to the land of no return |