| It was on last Christmas evening
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| The snow was on the ground
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| His home in North Carolina
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| Where the murder was bound
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| His name was Charlie Lawson
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| And he had a loving wife
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| But, we’ll never know what caused him
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| To take his family’s li-i-ife
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| They say he killed his wife the first
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| And the little ones did cry
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| «Please, Papa, won’t you spare our lives?
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| For it is so hard to die!»
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| But, the raging man could not be stopped
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| He would not heed their call
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| He kept on firing fatal shots
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| Until he killed them a-a-all
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| And when the sad, sad news was heard
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| It was a great surprise
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| He killed six children and his wife
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| And then he closed their eyes
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| And now, farewell, great friends at home
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| I’ll see you all no more
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| Into my breast I’ll fire one fatal shot
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| And then my troubles will be over
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| They did not carry him to jail
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| No lawyers did he pay
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| He’ll have his trial in another world
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| On the final Judgement Day
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| They were all buried in a crowded grave
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| While Angels watched above
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| Come home, come home my little ones
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| To the land of peace and love |