| Well, a hammer fell down on a .44 primer
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| And that was one less problem in South Carolina tonight
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| Wrong or right
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| She just looked to me as she finished her tale
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| The blank expression went another pale shade of gray
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| There was nothing to say
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| In the shadows of her face I saw the scars
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| That you get when you live where love is hard
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| And she said
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| «Don't you sit and judge me from some high and mighty seat.»
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| «Don't you shrug it off until you’ve walked a mile in my bare feet.»
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| «There are people that you pass by every day
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| With harder cards than yours in life to play.»
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| Well, I put the cuffs on her and sat her in the car
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| Walked inside, he was layin' on the floor stone dead
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| Been shot in the head
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| There were whiskey bottles and dope by the chair
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| A starving baby with nothing to wear but tears
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| So the picture was clear
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| He had finally pushed her way across the line
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| And the badge I wore was losing all its shine
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| And she said
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| «Don't you sit and judge me from some high and mighty seat.»
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| «Don't you shrug it off until you’ve walked a mile in my bare feet.»
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| «There are people that you pass by every day
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| With harder cards than yours in life to play.»
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| I just stood there thinkin' how justice is blind
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| But after thirty five years you learn to read the signs
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| So I made up my mind
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| I took the cuffs oof her and I walked her back in
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| Wiped the gun off and wrapped it in his right hand
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| Where it should’ve been
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| And the morning paper read in black and white
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| It’s just another senseless case of suicide
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| Suicide
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| Oh, but don’t you sit and judge me from some high and mighty seat
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| Don’t you shrug it off until you’ve walked a mile along my beat
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| There are people that you pass by every day
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| With harder cards than yours in life to play
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| Well, a hammer fell down on a .44 Primer
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| And that was one less problem in South Carolina tonight… |