| He was born in the big iron city
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| Deep in the heart of Dixie, yes he was now
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| Raised on the good Book
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| Taught to take a good look at what’s going on
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| His daddy was Birmingham lawman
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| A servant of the people through and through
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| They say blood is thicker than water
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| So the boy got a badge and a suit of blue
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| He was long on southern justice
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| Practiced his law out on the street
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| Drew the line for the criminal mind to see
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| Dedicated to keep God’s children free
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| There are two sides to every big city
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| And he walked on the side that wasn’t pretty
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| A solitary ranger
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| He had to deal with the danger 'round every turn
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| Every day was a tightrope of decision
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| Between a forty-four and a heart of gold
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| Some of those hard case confrontations
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| Would cut him like a switch-blade to his soul
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| He was long on southern justice
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| Practiced his law out on the street
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| Drew the line for the criminal mind to see
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| Dedicated to keep God’s children free
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| Late one night down on Crack Street Alley
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| He walked up on a bad deal goin' down
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| He knew what he’d done
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| When he saw that shotgun swing around
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| He drew then froze in hesitation
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| When he saw that fourteen year old face
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| Then the fire from that shotgun barrel
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| Blew all his burdens away
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| Blew his burdens away
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| He was long on southern justice
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| Practiced his law out on the street
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| Drew the line for the criminal mind to see
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| Dedicated to keep God’s children free
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| He was long on southern justice
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| Practiced his law out on the street
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| Drew the line for the criminal mind to see
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| Dedicated to keep God’s children free
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| Dedicated to keep God’s children free
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| Dedicated to keep God’s children free |