| I was a debtor of base human stock
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| No one would ever have me
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| No leverage, what could I do
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| But sail across the ocean for revenge?
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| I know you thought about me
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| More often than I thought of you, it is true
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| Just admit it
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| I dragged my ass to Mississippi
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| Where cotton’s king and rivers weepy
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| And there upon three red clay acres
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| I tend the crops for Mr. Baker
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| A southern sun who hates the ones who till the soil
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| And the blood will boil
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| I felt so alien in this burnt world
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| Far away from the fan
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| I turned rancid, what could I do
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| But target off my boss man for revenge
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| So I dragged my axe to Baker’s fine house
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| I gave a knock on his door
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| I started swinging, I never looked up
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| 'Til Baker was an ocean of revenge |