| All my life, I ain't ever been a lucky man
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| Saw the back of my daddy's hand
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| Lost your mama to the promised land
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| In my time, I ain't ever had a thing that's mine
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| 'Til they handed me a baby fine
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| My little girl
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| There are only two things I know
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| I get ugly when the whiskey flows
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| Wanted you to know I love you so
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| And I would kill before I let you go
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| Taking off for Mississippi
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| Wearing someone else's name
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| Brought you in this world and I
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| Can take you from it just the same
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| If you leave for Mississippi
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| I will beat you at your game
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| Brought you in this world and I
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| Can take you from it just the same
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| My dear one
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| Heard you're whispering your plans to run
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| Off to marry some rich man's son
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| I bet he's never met a poor man's gun
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| In the darkness you could not see
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| The drunken devil instructing me
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| Two bullets in a crimson sea
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| Now I'm certain that you'll never be
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| Taking off for Mississippi
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| Wearing someone else's name
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| Brought you in this world and I
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| Can take you from it just the same
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| If you leave for Mississippi
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| I will beat you at your game
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| Brought you in this world and I
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| Can take you from it just the same
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| Grief and sin
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| When the righteousness of you sets in
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| And the blood in my veins begins to ramble on
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| Now I know we can stand and judge the execution man
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| But we all have to make a trembling stand before the sun
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| Maple tree
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| Can your branches carry me?
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| Before the war, before the wine
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| Before I stole what wasn't mine
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| Can you bring my baby back to me? |