| Well now crow jane don’t make no sense to me,
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| left me hangin' from the papa tree,
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| no I’ve never ever felt so free,
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| look here mama what you’re doing to me,
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| cause it ain’t no difference which way I smile,
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| I ain’t good lookin' from a quarter mile,
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| once had a woman called me «angel child»,
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| reputation keeps me on track,
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| But who’s gonna save me from myself,
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| gotta lay the blame on someone else,
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| somehow I ain’t got no hope,
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| cause im still running from the sheriffs rope,
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| my shoes don’t fit me cause they feel they don’t
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| crow jane quit me and I just cant cope
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| all I know is that I still run
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| I pledge allegiance to the settin' sun
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| I must of lost cause crow jane
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| I never learned from anything I’ve done |