| Jimmy Sparks went into bars and opened up his mouth
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| Said some things to wounded men that they could not allow
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| When it came to talking, he was always on the run
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| Everyone knew what the man had done
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| Oh, he’ll take you for a ride
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| Jimmy believed in the American way
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| A prison guard, he worked hard and made the minimum wage
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| He found his freedom lockin' men in a cage, oh
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| Jimmy loved Bonnie and he fathered a kid
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| A baby boy, but the mother had other reasons to live
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| She left the baby with a note on the bed, oh
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| It was a struggle just to cover the rent
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| His jail cut hours and now his little baby was sick
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| He needed money and he needed it quick
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| It was 3 AM
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| Oh, my love, oh, my love
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| Could you spare my blood, spare my blood?
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| Jim woke his son and buckled him in the car
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| They drove an hour from town and found a gambling hall
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| The waitress babysat the boy at the bar, oh no
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| After an hour, Jimmy doubled his cash
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| He took his kid and his winnings as the dealer just laughed
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| He said they leave, but then they always come back, that’s a fact
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| Out on the road, they caught a stranger in the lights
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| His thumb was up and his son asked if the man was alright
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| Jim said you never give a hitcher a ride 'cause it’s us or them
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| It was 3 AM
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| Oh, my love, oh, my love
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| Could you spare my blood, spare my blood?
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| 20 years gone and now the boy is a man
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| Broke Jimmy’s habits, got in mountains and mountains of debt
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| And now the sharks are coming back to collect, oh-oh
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| They stripped his jewelry and the boots off Jim’s feet
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| They kick him out of the car and say we’ll give you a week
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| Eight miles from home and only 18 degrees
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| It was 3 AM
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| Oh, my love, oh, my love
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| Could you spare my blood, spare my blood?
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| Now Jimmy’s son is trying to make his way home
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| His graveyard shift had ended and it was starting to snow
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| He sees an old man walking barefoot alone
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| It was 3 AM
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| His old man waved his hands with tears in his eyes
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| But Jimmy’s son just sped up and remembered daddy’s advice
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| No, you don’t ever give a hitcher a ride 'cause it’s us or them
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| 'Cause it’s me or him
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| It was 3 AM, 3 AM |