| Who did you say it was brother?
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| Who was it fell by the way?
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| When whiskey and blood run together
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| Did you hear anyone pray?
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| I didn’t hear nobody pray, dear brother
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| I didn’t hear nobody pray
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| I heard the crash on the highway
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| But, I didn’t hear nobody pray
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| When I heard the crash on the highway
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| I knew what it was from the start
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| I went to the scene of destruction
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| And a picture was stamped on my heart
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| There was whiskey and blood all together
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| Mixed with glass where they lay
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| Death played her hand in destruction
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| But I didn’t hear nobody pray
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| I wish I could change this sad story
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| That I am now telling you
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| But there is no way I can change it
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| For somebody’s life is now through
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| Their soul has been called by the Master
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| They died in a crash on the way
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| And I heard the groans of the dying
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| But, I didn’t hear nobody pray |