| All these pills and powder could not make me stay
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| I’m on my merry way in the morning light
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| Cold New England winters have got me coughing
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| As the Lincoln turns down Memory Street
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| «Tell me Judge. |
| what’s the bounty
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| On that boy from Lawrence County?
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| He’s a friend of mine
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| If I had a way to trap him
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| Would you swear to pay up Captain?
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| He’s a friend of mine»
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| The door swang slowly open
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| The committee room was dark
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| The bailiff marked the chairs in red
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| Recalled a boy in orange as he slowly passes
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| Awkward as a calf with its legs wobbling
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| «Be so kind, tell me warden
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| Who’s in line to die this morning?
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| Could I see the show?
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| If he bore his teeth to scare us
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| Would we see our likeness sheriff
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| In the pearly glow?»
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| Roll on old silver river through the Iron Range
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| Past the sleeping trains that wait
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| Gold and amber pedals in your water wade
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| Like the hand of Jesse James in wait
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| Rain it beats the window, makes it hard to see
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| Who’s on a drunken spree in the city lights
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| Silent are the dying, silent are the young
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| And it’s silent where I’m from
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| «Tell me love of your husband
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| Will we see his headlights coming?
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| Will he know it’s us?
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| When his tired eyes have lifted
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| Will he see your bed has shifted?
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| Is he bad at love?»
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| «I got the money that I owe you
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| Something else to show you
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| Could you meet me there?
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| Take the road out past the station
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| To the river basin
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| I’ll be waiting there»
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| All these pills and powder
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| Could not make me stay
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| I’m on my merry way in the morning light
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| All these dying matadors in dusty rings
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| Have killed my will to sing
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| And I’m gone
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| Tell me Judge, what’s the bounty
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| On that boy from Lawrence County?
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| He’s a friend of mine
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| If I had a way to trap him
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| Would you swear to pay up Captain?
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| He’s a friend of mine |