| That moonshine liquors gone against the law, forever long their bustin down
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| these walls.
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| In his wife’s eyes it’s a lonely rain, that bounty on his head went up again.
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| His daddy always said you’ll be on the run, go on down to Molly’s fetch
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| yourself a gun.
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| He cleaned it up rolled around stole a horse right outta town,
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| then he disappeared he’s never found.
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| He won’t anticipate this mornings death, opened up the window, drew in his last
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| cold breath.
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| It’s time like these he always seems to smile, forget the hard times and be gone awhile.
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| His smile drops as they crash through his door, ducks away grabs his gun fires
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| from the floor.
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| They nick his face he makes the shot, they tumble down he’s out the lot leaves
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| them with a grin, he wins again.
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| In every town he’s at he kills three men, one for his mother two for his kin.
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| His daddy’s voice it’s always screaming in, son you’re a monster show them
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| where you’ve been
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| He’ll shoot ya dead and scrape off all your skin, with hopes to get a chance to live again.
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| This milly man he ain’t not worth your spit, he’ll go and shoot your momma
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| throw her in the pits.
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| Youre staring through the eye of his gun, gonna end up dead just like everyone.
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| His lady said you wont amount to much, his gun into her mouth well lets have
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| some fun.
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| Her eyes stare wide knees to the ground her head shot back right outta town,
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| Then he disappeared, he’s never found.
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| This morning he will not forget his death, meeting with the gallows noose to break his neck.
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| Thoughts like these he always has a smile, likes to escape life for awhile.
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| His smile drops as he falls through the door, he claws away grabs his neck
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| gasping for one more.
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| He fades away, death is here he tumbles down to the devils peer,
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| his face seems to grin, escapes again.
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| In every town he’s at he kills three men, one for his mother two for his kin.
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| His daddy’s voice he’ll never hear again, boy you’re a monster I know where
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| you’ve been.
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| He shot ya dead and scraped off all your skin, hoping for a chance to live
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| again.
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| Let your father bury you in death, well I’ll put you in a pit and sing this
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| again.
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| I’m your pa I’ll bury you in death so one day you will rise and live again. |