| Tell me what a young man Mama
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| What’s he got to live for
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| Tossed in the shuffle of everyday war
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| Searchin’for some trouble
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| Which I’m sure he will find
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| Spend your whole life fightin’son
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| Meet your dyin’time
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| It’s a shame
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| It’s a shame
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| The trigger be his only friend
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| It’s a shame, oh yeh
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| But it ain’t never gonna end
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| He’s a pocketful of hate
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| That don’t give a damn
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| What fate awaits the machine gun man?
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| Well, he ain’t got no future
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| And he ain’t got no plan
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| What fate awaits the machine gun man?
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| I can’t see tomorrow
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| And I don’t see today
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| Trail of confusion done leadin’my way
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| They say the only thing worth killin’Lord
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| Be killin’time
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| I say the only soul worth savin’now Mama
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| Resavin’mine
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| It’s a shame
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| It’s a shame
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| The trigger be his only friend
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| It’s a shame, oh yeh
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| But it ain’t never gonna end
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| He’s a pocketful of hate
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| That don’t give a damn
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| What fate awaits the machine gun man?
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| Well, he ain’t got no future
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| And he ain’t got no plan
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| What fate awaits the machine gun man?
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| He keeps shootin’mama like any old fool would do Lord, the life he be leadin’ain’t the one he has to choose
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| As he walks on out that door
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| Mama breaks down to cry
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| As she waves the machien gun man
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| Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye, goodbye |