| He offered them a good ride on*
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| To help them save the family farm
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| For ergo he was damn near good as rain
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| Then came the time for them to choose
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| An offer they could not refuse
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| With easy-outs and capital gain
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| No one has a suspicious feelin
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| You really couldn’t call it stealin'
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| He did it with a style most would admire
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| But he had picked 'em off like a bird on a wire
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| He had open fire on a bird on a wire
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| A nudge a wink and they’d be gettin higher
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| He whipped out his fountain pen
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| While the tears were gettin' drier
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| And then he picked 'em off like a bird on a wire
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| There ain’t a kid with a BB gun
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| Or an alley cat with room to run
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| Who could bring 'em down like they was out for hire
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| Yeah, he could pick 'em off like a bird on a wire
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| He went golfing everyday
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| They voted while he was away
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| Though technically he’s chairman of the board
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| They had become avaricious
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| Leaving him to do the dishes
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| They introduced him to his new landlord
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| Who told him his time came and went
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| Their office in the orient
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| Would send him checks for soon he would retire
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| Yeah, they had picked him off like a bird on a wire
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| They had open fire on the bird on a wire
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| He was sleeping they were getting higher
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| They polished up their macintosh while his ass was in the mire
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| And then they picked him off like a bird on a wire
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| There ain’t a kid with a BB gun
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| Or an alley cat with room to run
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| Who could bring 'em down like they was out for hire
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| Yeah, they could pick 'em off like a bird on a wire |