| They come out here with the dog on a chain
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| And they took my little brother away
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| Tell my mama he was selling cocaine
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| They took my brother to the juvenile house
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| Where they held for a quarter of an ounce
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| My mama told me not to hang around the house
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| I’m walkin' from the fire
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| Don’t put me in a corner
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| Yeah, I’m trying to walk away
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| Let this one blow over
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| But I’m fightin' like a tiger
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| Don’t put me in the corner
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| Last time I seen her was a discotheque
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| Countin' buttons on a lawyer’s vest
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| She walked out but it ain’t over yet
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| I’m walkin' from the fire
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| Don’t put me in a corner
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| Just try to walk away
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| Let this one blow over
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| But I’m fightin' like a tiger
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| Don’t put me in the corner
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| I’m walkin' from the fire
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| Don’t put me in a corner
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| I’m walkin' from the fire
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| Don’t put me in a corner
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| Mama used to rock back in 1953
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| Buys him all the records that they sell on TV
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| I know Chuck Berry wasn’t saying that for me
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| I’m walkin' from the fire
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| Don’t put me in a corner
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| Yes, I’m turning that cheek
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| 'Til this is all over
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| But I’m fightin' like a tiger
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| Don’t put me in the corner
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| I’m walkin' from the fire
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| I’m walkin' from the fire |