| Somebody get my shotgun
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| Somebody get my blade
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| Sally’s been layin' with another man
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| And he’s sleeping in my place
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| Somebody get my shotgun
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| Gonna shoot him sure as rain
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| You can run as fast as you want to boy
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| I’ll kill you just the same
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| Somebody get my pocket blade
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| Gonna cut him don’t you know
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| You can try to hide all you want to boy
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| There ain’t nowhere to go
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| Somebody get my shotgun
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| Somebody get my blade
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| Sally’s been layin' with another man
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| And he’s sleeping in my place
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| Now Sally don’t go thinkin'
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| That you got off so clean
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| I’d kill you too if I had the nerve
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| But I just ain’t that mean
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| So I go and get my murder tools
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| I throw them in the lake
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| Gonna steal me an automobile
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| And drive so far away
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| Now I am a fugitive
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| I’m always on the run
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| Sally told the policeman
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| Exactly what I’d done
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| I went and got my shotgun
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| I went and got my blade
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| Killed poor Sally’s lover
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| And I put him in the grave
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| Now all you ramblin' fellas
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| You listen close to me
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| That woman gonna bring you pain
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| Your heart is gonna bleed
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| But it ain’t worth the trouble
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| The sufferin' or the grief
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| A bleeding heart is better than the penitentiary
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| I killed Sally’s lover
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| One dark and dreary day
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| Sally got another
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| And I got sent away
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| Somebody get my shotgun
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| Somebody get my blade
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| Sally’s been laying with another man
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| And I set him in his grave |