(Eric Clapton and George Terry)
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Hear my story and listen well;
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Truth is in all that I tell.
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It could never have been me.
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I did not shoot no deputy.
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Mr. Grant, the deputy,
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Friend to my whole family.
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He always tell me when John Brown
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Was getting ready to come around.
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[Chorus:]
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Don't blame me.
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Don't blame me.
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I hide it all except a few seeds
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And make him think I plant for me.
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When Mr. Grant and I know all the while
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We've got enough for the whole island.
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Three years now we sell it in town
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Under the bucket that goes down.
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No one knew of it but three:
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Mr. Grant, Davis and me.
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[Chorus]
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I swear by God it is a plot;
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Davis sent me here to rot.
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Listen people, can't you see
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Mr. Davis shot the deputy.
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[Chorus 2x]
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Don't Blame Me
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| Eric Clapton |
