| Have mercy, I’m in a world of trouble now
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| I’m being held by the State Patrol
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| I am charged with traffic of the forbidden
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| And I almost finished doing my parole
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| Now, I’m on my way back down town
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| Somebody help me, have mercy on my soul
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| I go to court tomorrow morning
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| And I got the same judge I had before
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| Lord, I know he won’t have no mercy on me
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| 'Cause he told me not to come back no more
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| He’ll send me away to some stoney mansion
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| In a lonely room and lock the door
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| Ow! |
| Have mercy on my little Tulane
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| She’s too alive to try to live alone
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| And I know her needs
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| And although she loves me
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| She’s gonna try to make it
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| While the poor boy’s gone
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| Somebody should tell her to live
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| And I’ll understand it
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| And even love her more
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| When I come back home |