| Oh, well we run to the break of day
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| The old man groaned as we rolled away
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| Our women wept as we sped on by
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| We hung our heads low
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| As they raised their flags high
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| Then we grabbed our guns and we shot away
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| Let’s kill our brothers on a Saturday
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| Blood spills out, and our wounds were deep
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| Old Jesse James, well, he won’t even take a peep
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| So then we go on down that road
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| Breakin' your backs and breakin' your souls
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| Breakin' your backs and breakin' your souls
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| Mama said I’d die before I get old
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| The war is over and the graves were deep
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| The sun was down just like my brother Rim’s keep
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| You burned my house and you raped my wife
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| I fall to my knees and I pray to the Lord
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| That I can kill that fucker tonight!
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| So then we go on down that road
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| Breakin' your backs and breakin' your souls
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| Breakin' your backs and breakin' your souls
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| Mama said I’d die before I get old
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| Oh, hey there dad, don’t you know who I am?
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| No motherfucker, don’t give a God damn!
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| So then we go on down that road
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| Breakin' your backs and breakin' your souls
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| Breakin' your backs and breakin' your souls
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| Mama said I’d die before I get old
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| Mama said I’d die before I get old
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| Mama said I’d die before I get old
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| Mama said I’d die before I get old
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| Mama said I’d die before I get old
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| Mama said I’d die before I get old |