| I came through the fence in ‘93
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| I know that they are after me today
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| I believe this is the land for me
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| Of hope, and grace, and liberty
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| Oh, my grandfather, he told me
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| Son, you’ll never have to run anymore
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| Oh, but I broke the law
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| Which I will surely die for
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| But, now
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| I am on my way
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| I have to leave today
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| Tell my wife and boy that I love them
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| I gave my son to America
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| God, I pray they treat him well
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| Well, my daddy left when I was five
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| I do not know if he’s alive at all
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| And, it’s hard with just my mom and me
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| But I work to feed my family
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| And, I work hard to keep my bitter pay
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| That the rich man comes and takes away
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| So, I killed him in the dead of night
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| With my father’s gun
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| I took his life away
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| I took his life away
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| Now, I say
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| I was on my way
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| I have to leave today
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| Tell my mom and sister that I love them
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| I am on the run
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| From America
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| God, I pray they don’t catch me
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| Now, I sit here in this dirty cell
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| The jailer comes to give me hell
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| They have caught me and my race is run
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| I’ll surely pay for what I’ve done
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| But, then I look up and I see
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| This old man staring at me
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| He tells me I remind him of someone
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| His own boy he left at the age of 5
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| That probably thought his daddy died
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| And, how he wished he could tell him
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| He would say
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| I was on my way, had to leave that day
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| Tell my wife and boy that I love them
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| I gave my love to America
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| God I pray they treat him well
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| Oh, god I pray they treat well
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| God, I pray they treat him well |