| We weren’t even supposed to be there
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| It was just another run
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| Took a detour cross the river
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| Make it back home before dawn
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| And my hands they took to shaking
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| When I see headlights down the road
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| Mid-July in Arkansas it sure ain’t cause I’m cold
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| In my hand I hold a pistol
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| In my heart I hold the weight
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| Well it’s been twenty years now
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| Since my father passed away
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| It’s been me and my brothers since
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| And we learned to make our way
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| One went in the army and one was a marine
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| But since they came back home
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| We just been taking what we need
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| Never really think about what’s outside the law
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| And it’s a long way back home
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| It wasn’t supposed to be like this
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| Thought no one was around
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| I never saw it coming
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| Heard the shots and hit the ground
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| That’s when the screaming started
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| And I started up the car
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| We headed for I-40
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| Hope they don’t follow that far
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| In my hand I hold a pistol
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| In my heart I hold the weight
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| And it’s a long way back home
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| And it’s a long way back home
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| We grew up quick
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| We grew up strong
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| Hoping that’s enough to get us home
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| And it’s a long way back home
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| And it’s a long way back home
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| And it’s a long way back home
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| Long way back home |