| And as I got off the train way down in New Orleans
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| I grabbed my hat, I put on my coat
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| Reached for my spliff, yeah
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| I had myself a little smoke, yeah
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| I was sentenced, living in detention
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| Sentenced, living in detention
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| And now I'm locked up in jail
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| I spend my days in a cold dark prison cell
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| I rest alone, I watch myself grow old
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| And I don't deserve this, I just want to go home
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| I was sentenced, living in detention
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| Sentenced, living in detention
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| I should have known when I shot the man dead
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| There would be a bounty, a bounty for my head, yeah
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| Well I don't care that that young mans dead
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| I'm just missing one thing, a good spliff to my head
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| I've been talking in my sleep
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| I've been waking in my dreams
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| I've been living in the past
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| My good old faith is dead
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| I was sentenced, living in detention
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| Sentenced, living in detention
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| I was sentenced, living in detention
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| Sentenced, living in detention |