| These four walls of Farnworth
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| Are closin' in on me
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| My final meal is over
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| They’re gonna to set me free
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| I can feel the fires burning
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| As the devil guards my door
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| I hit my knees in search of Jesus
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| On a cold jailhouse floor
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| Lord now I’m singin'
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| Get me out of here
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| I see the preacher’s eyes
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| As my daughter cries
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| When they strap me in this chair
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| Lord I hope she forgives me
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| For livin' my life this way
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| Tonight I’ll ride the lightning
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| To my final judgement day
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| Every life owes a death
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| That’s what the Bible says
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| I owe mine to this state
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| For shootin' that boy to death
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| A liquor store attendant
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| He was reachin' for his gun
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| Now his mama sits there smilin'
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| As the boss yells, Roll on one
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| And now I’m singin'
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| Get me out of here
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| I see the preacher’s eyes
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| As my daughter cries
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| When they strap me in this chair
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| I hope she forgives me
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| For leavin' her this way
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| Tonight I’ll ride the lightining
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| To my final resting place
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| A hungry blue-eyed baby cryin'
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| Made me rob that store
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| And as that boy lay there dyin'
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| I dropped my pistol on the floor
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| Yeah I’d take it all back
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| But there’s nothin' I can do
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| They’ve covered my face
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| And the order’s gone through
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| As the boss yells, Roll on two
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| Now I’m flyin'
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| Up and out of here
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| I close my eyes and slowly rise
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| Let my body leave this chair
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| Lord I hope you forgive me
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| For livin' my life this way
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| Tonight I ride the lightning
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| To my final resting place
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| These four walls of Farnworth
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| Are closin' in on me |