| When I??? | 
| m dead, put me ten miles deep
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| Well hand me up my shot gun Maggie May
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| Devils come to take your boy away
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| Well I??? | 
| ve been spotted on the run but,
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| I??? | 
| ll be waitin??? | 
| when they come
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| Hand me up my shotgun Maggie May
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| Well I was born a poor mans only son
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| Ain??? | 
| t my fault I grew up on the run
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| Did my time as a workin??? | 
| man,
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| Fate kept blood stains on my hands
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| I was born a poor mans only son
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| When I??? | 
| m dead put me ten miles deep
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| When I??? | 
| m dead put me ten miles deep
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| Brother when you lay me down, down beneath the cold hard ground you better put
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| me ten miles deep
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| Well keep my pistol by my head at night
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| Lordy I can??? | 
| t seem to do no right
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| My home town they know my name killed the man and won my fame
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| Keep my pistol by my head at night
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| When I??? | 
| m dead put me ten miles deep
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| When Jesus comes he won??? | 
| t disturb my sleep
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| I knew when they shot me down,
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| I felt the flames from underground
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| When I??? | 
| m dead put me ten miles deep
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| When I??? | 
| m dead put me ten miles deep
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| When I??? | 
| m dead put me ten miles deep
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| Brother when you lay me down,
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| Down beneath the cold hard ground you better put me ten miles deep.
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| Brother when you lay me down,
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| Down beneath the cold hard ground you better put me ten miles deep. |