| This is the story of love that came undone
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| This is the story of two men and a gun of two men and a gun
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| A man that I’d never met stole my wife and son
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| But that’s been nearly three years now
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| And it’s over with and done
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| At first I’d stare out into space while hate consumed my soul
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| Hate was the creed by which I lived and revenge my only goal
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| But the road to happiness isn’t paved with hate
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| I’m glad I learned how to forgive before it was too late
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| Now here’s the way the other man paid for what he’d done
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| I heard it from the man’s own lips, who took my wife and son
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| I didn’t really know this man but I’d seen him round
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| He’s a new guard at the factory where I work west of town
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| This fellow swung into step with me and said I’ve got to talk
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| I listened spellbound at his words as we stood on the walk
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| You the guard said hoarsely are a kind man I surmise
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| As he stood there with his handkerchief wiping in his eyes
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| Three years ago I wronged a man I stole his wife and son
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| I didn’t realize then the terrible thing that I had done
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| This thing gets hold of me at night and I can’t sleep or rest
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| Forgive me sir, but telling it seems to get it off my chest
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| When my past looms up like this it kinda helps me to unload
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| I’m one man sir who knows for sure that you reap just what you sow
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| I sure appreciate your listening it helps me a lot
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| You know to have that man’s forgiveness I’d give everything I’ve got
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| Well I feel much better now I I didn’t get your name
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| More why that was my wife’s name before we wed
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| It’s odd your name’s the same
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| You know I’d kill a man who’d do to me the thing that I’ve done
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| And when the truth got through to him he handed me his gun
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| As I gave the weapon back I said what’s done is done
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| All I ask is just be kind to Jenny and my son… |