| Well, I’m in the hot house breakin' stones, y’all
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| I’ll tell you, I’ve been around now
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| I got a story I’ll tell you, sit down a while
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| 22 years old, set my stride
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| Out on that hardened up road, was my life
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| I was bound
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| Late night in the hen house, met this girl
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| My Cadillac was full of gold, her name was May Pearl
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| And she turned me on
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| She had another man unbeknownst to me
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| Met me at the back door, he had a switchblade up his sleeve
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| Startin' trouble, y’all
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| Well, unbeknownst to him was May Pearl
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| She filled his head with six rounds of lead
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| Laid his tired ass on the floor
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| Now I’m on the run, y’all
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| Well, well
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| I’m in the hot house breakin' stones, y’all
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| New Orleans, 'bout a year ago
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| Five-O run a dice game, got me slippin' out the window
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| Down the alley I run, hound dog on my trail
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| Now I’m sittin' in the hot house, that bitch won’t post my bail
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| Well, well
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| I’m in the hot house breakin' stones, y’all |