| When I first came to town
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| All the people gathered round
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| They bought me drinks
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| Lord, how they quickly changed their tune
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| When I first came to town
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| People took me round from end to end
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| Like someone may take round a friend
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| O how quickly they changed their tune
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| Suspicion and dark murmurs surround me Everywhere I go they confound me As though the blood on my hands
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| Is there for every citizen to see
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| O sweet Jesus
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| There is no turning back
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| There is always one more town
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| A little further down the track
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| And from my window, across the tracks
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| I watch the juicers burn their fires
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| And in that light
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| Their faces leer at me How I wish they’d just let me be When I first came to town
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| Their favours were for free
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| Now even the doors of the whores of this town
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| Are closed to me
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| I search the mirror
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| And I try to see
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| Why the people of this town
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| Have washed their hands of me
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| O sweet Jesus
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| There is no turning back
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| There is always one more town
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| A little further down the track
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| O lord, every god-damn turn I take
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| I fear the noose, I fear the stake
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| For there is no bone
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| They did not break
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| In all the towns I’ve been before
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| Well those that sin against me are snuffed out
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| I know from every day that I live
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| God-damn the day that I was born
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| The night that forced me from the womb
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| And god-damn this town
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| For I am leaving now
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| But one day I will return
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| And the people of this town will surely see
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| Just how quickly the tables turn
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| O sweet Jesus
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| This really is the end
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| There is always one more town
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| A little further round the end |