| I was born in Cincinnati
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| My daddy worked on the river
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| The work dried up back around that time
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| And he took us down to West Virginia
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| See my night trouble started early
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| I was stealing and gettin' in fights
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| Smoking and drinking by age thirteen
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| Skipping class and getting high
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| When I quit school at fifteen
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| My daddy put me out
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| My mama cried, waved goodbye
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| Never heard such a lonesome sound
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| I went to staying with my best friend’s brother
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| Made his living cooking speed
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| Says a man can always get by
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| Who can cook it up nice and clean
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| So I stuck around for a couple years
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| 'Til he was busted in '89
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| Was eighteen years old, out on my own
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| Out to get what I saw as mine
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| By '92 I was twenty-one
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| I was back out on the street
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| Two whole years of county time
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| Charged with manufacturing
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| Now I was aware (there'd come a new thing?)
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| Took like wildfire to the hills
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| Speed was no longer king
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| Now everybody was wantin' pills
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| Now you might say that I’m just the type
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| To seek his honey at the source
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| So me and this cat that I met back in county
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| We started robbin' drugstores
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| Lord, we was reckless
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| We was high as a Tennessee pine
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| You gotta know a junkie’s gonna let you down
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| It’s just a matter of time
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| And when our time come, it was midnight
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| Two weeks ago in Morgantown
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| Was knocking off a little local
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| Just when the clock run out
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| We were all packed up
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| Turned out to be quite a score
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| Had the car waitin' in the alley
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| Was walking out the door
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| Well my partner takes two steps outside
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| He stops and he hollers, «Police!»
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| A voice that I didn’t recognize
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| Said, «Son don’t you so much as breathe»
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| And then I come out over my partner’s shoulder
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| And I squeezed off a couple shots
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| First time I ever pointed a gun at a man
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| And I done killed a cop
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| Now it’s a fact, you can’t get a bullet back
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| Once you’ve pulled the trigger
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| And there’s no way in hell
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| They was ever gonna stop looking for a cop-killer
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| Looking back, I knew it all along
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| Knew we never had a chance
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| Right now I know it makes no difference
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| That I never meant to kill that man
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| But now I’m held up in a hotel in Canton
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| Surrounded by police
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| No way I’m gettin' out alive
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| There’s no way I’m going free
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| So I’m twenty-four years old
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| I was trouble most of my days
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| But I must say that I never thought
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| It was gonna end this way
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| And of all of my regrets
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| The two that trouble me most
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| I wish I could’ve been better to my mama
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| And wish I’d never took a shot of dope
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| So Lord, if you’re listening
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| I never asked much of you
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| And I already know I ain’t going to heaven
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| If what they say is true
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| Then you’ll forgive me
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| What I’m 'bout to do |