| Don’t talk crooked, honey, walk the straight and narrow
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| My mama tried to teach me the rules
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| She said: «If Jesus himself keeps his eye upon the sparrow
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| Then surely he is watching you too»
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| Twenty-one years young, I rolled to hell’s half acre
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| I really got to kicking up ground
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| I was a mover and a shaker, a mean heartbreaker
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| Now it’s all coming back around
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| Tell ya it’s a hard living
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| Broke down on the highway
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| Burned out in an ashtray
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| Hard living
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| Empty as a bottle
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| Right down to the bottom
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| It’s a hard living
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| Singing hallelujah, may I introduce ya
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| To ex-con little old me
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| Tangled and torn, I was trapped like a rabbit
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| Thought the only crime was getting caught
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| Now that I’m dressed in stripes, me and all my bad habits
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| We got the time to give it some thought
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| Living in the past has been a full-time occupation
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| I’ve got a thing for talking to ghosts
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| Never moving on can take an awful lot of patience
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| And I’m a girl who’s had the most
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| Tell ya it’s a hard living
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| Broke down on the highway
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| Burned out in an ashtray
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| Hard living
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| Empty as a bottle
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| Right down to the bottom
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| It’s a hard living
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| Singing hallelujah, may I introduce ya
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| To ex-con little old me
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| Singing hallelujah, may I introduce ya
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| To ex-con little old me
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| Armed robbery and a high-speed chase
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| The late night TV news anchors loved my face
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| I served my time but now the time has come
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| For me to get back in my mama’s good grace
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| It’s a hard living
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| It’s a hard living
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| Tell ya it’s a hard living
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| Tell ya it’s a hard living
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| Tell ya it’s a hard living
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| Broke down on the highway
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| Burned out in an ashtray
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| Hard living
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| Empty as a bottle
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| Right down to the bottom
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| It’s a hard living
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| Singing hallelujah, may I introduce ya
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| To ex-con little old me
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| Singing hallelujah, may I introduce ya
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| To ex-con little old me |