| It was down along the bayou country
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| Down around New Orleans
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| You took my hand, you said your my man
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| We’ll have a good life you and me
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| It was down along the bayou country
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| Down in the Cajun land
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| Momma said: son, you know before you’re done
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| You’re gonna wind up with a gun in your hand
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| Then I heard that train whistle moanin'
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| It was rolling on down the line
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| I got thoughts to straighten out
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| Places to know about
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| I’ll be home in no time
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| Then I hopped a train down in Lockport
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| I headed cross Hattiesburg
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| I think I knew then I wouldn’t see you again
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| Goodbye was the last thing I heard
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| Then I met a man up in Greenville
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| He said he’d give me some real good advice
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| He said: you gotta get smart, I did
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| Here take this gun, and kid, remember to never look twice
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| Now living to me has meant heartache
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| Life was always something to use
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| As I look back again, I never could win
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| I guess I was put down here to lose
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| Now I’m alone and locked in Montgomery
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| You see I robbed a bank and shot a man
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| Their gonna hang me tomorrow
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| I wish I could borrow my life to live over again |