| Well I killed a man in Birmingham
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| I hit him with a tire iron
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| He did not move and I do not give a damn
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| I been working here like a slave mule
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| Sucking the earth of dry crude
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| Looking for a way out of it all
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| Cops are coming
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| I can feel em' here
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| My back is crawling with standing hair
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| Wouldn’t mind to see a few pigs fall
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| So take me down to the river
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| My blood all on the floor
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| Cause I don’t know if I can carry this weight much longer anymore
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| Take me up the mountain
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| On a cloud bound for the sky
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| Don’t go prayin' for me because tonight I’m prepared to die
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| At night I often wonder
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| What my tombstone would say
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| Would they mention any of my good or just evil in my days
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| That night out there in Birmingham
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| That boy who tried to rob me
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| I did not want to but I had to
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| Show that boy the real me
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| So take me down to the river
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| My blood all on the floor
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| Cause I don’t know if I can carry this weight much longer anymore
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| Take me up the mountain
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| On a cloud bound for the sky
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| Don’t go prayin' for me because tonight I’m prepared to die
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| Ooohhh
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| The dust has now settled
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| From those boys who busted in
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| I am not a bad man
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| But there’s bullets in my skin
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| So take me down to the river
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| My blood all on the floor
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| Cause I don’t know if I can carry this weight much longer anymore
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| Take me up the mountain
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| On a cloud bound for the sky
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| Don’t go prayin' for me because tonight I’m prepared to die |