| One quick minute got me 28 long years
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| But I’d do it again, I don’t regret it
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| He laid his hand on my sister
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| Too many times when I was near
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| And I shot him dead and I don’t care
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| When sis was born and I was about twelve
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| ‘Bout the same time my old man, he went to jail
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| Then mom got sick, boy, she never got right
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| And I took to that baby girl like she was mine
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| Night after night, day after day
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| I worked my ass off to put money away
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| Then sis grew up and I grew older still
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| And I love her the best and always will
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| Then one quick minute got me 28 long years
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| But I’d do it again, I don’t regret it
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| He laid his hand on my sister
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| Too many times when I was near
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| And I shot him dead and I don’t care
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| Well, Sis met a man whose name I will not tell
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| Nine years her senior and I did wish them well
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| He had a car and a job and she was in love
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| And I blessed them both the best I could
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| Sis loved to dance and she lived honestly
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| But that old dog tried to control her in every way
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| First came the drinking then the jealousy
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| This town is too small for me not to see
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| Him out every night with every girl in town
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| Just before he goes home and pushes my sister around
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| I thought it out not to intervene
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| Unless my baby sister, she came to me
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| Well, she did one night when that old dog showed up
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| She whispered on the phone, «Ken I ain’t feeling so good»
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| When I got to the house what I saw was true
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| My baby sister beaten black and blue
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| Well I took my last breath of fresh free air
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| And I found that piece of shit asleep in his relaxing chair
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| I hit him good with a solid right and a solid left
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| And forced him to his feet for his last breath
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| Well he cowered and run, but he didn’t get far
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| Cause my sister shot him fucking dead just outside his car
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| Boy, she wept and I did too
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| Then I told the police I did what I had to do
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| And that one quick minute got me 28 long years
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| But I’d do it again, I don’t regret it
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| He laid his hand on my sister
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| Too many times when I was near
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| And I shot him dead and I don’t care
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| Yeah, one quick minute got me 28 long years
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| But I’d do it again, I don’t regret it
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| He laid his hand on my sister
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| Too many times when I was near
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| And I shot him dead and I don’t care |