| There’s a bump on the hill where your body lies
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| There’s a stone in the ground reads «This man did try»
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| If you look to the east you see your estate
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| Weathered and hollowed out by your mistakes
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| Oh Bobby, Baby, we all know the truth
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| You were looking for love in all the bad that you’d do
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| Bobby, Baby, we all know the deal
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| Your row was hard and long and straight up a hill
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| Your mother was gone
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| Your daddy did wrong
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| Your brother died by his own hand
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| Your wife tried so long
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| But you she disowned
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| Your daughter was lost with your land
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| With your land
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| Every once in awhile I still can see
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| Your blue eyes searching a way to be free
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| And I go to your grave, bottle in hand
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| And pour out your freedom right there in the sand
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| Oh Bobby, Baby, we all know the truth
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| You were looking for love in all the bad that you’d do
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| Bobby, Baby, we all know the deal
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| Your row was hard and long and straight up a hill
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| Your mother was gone
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| Your daddy did wrong
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| Your brother died by his own hand
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| Your wife tried so long
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| But you she disowned
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| Your daughter was lost with your land
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| With your land |