| I want your money but your money ain’t right
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| So I’m packing it in, I stay at home every night
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| And our place, it cleared out, bad luck had fallen
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| And no one came knocking, no one came callin'
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| When things got real bad, oh, people got scared
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| Well, I got worried, we took what we could get
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| And all you fair weather watchers, watch out and beware
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| When your trouble comes knocking, I hope you ain’t there
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| With a sword in a bag in my trunk
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| I keep my eyes and my mind on the road
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| Cause it’s a hard hearted hearing
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| Every handshake grinning toll
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| When your grave disaster falls
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| Out of the purple woods from a season in hell
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| Of the human dawn, there was nothing left
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| But you pulled me out from beneath the wheel
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| With a cry in the name, we began to heal
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| And then things got real bad, oh, people got scared
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| Well, I got worried but we took what we could get
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| And all you fair weather watchers, watch out and beware
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| When your trouble comes knocking, I hope you ain’t there |