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are ya listenin' boy the man he hung see
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you've heard it said that's what he done for me
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did ya hear that girl -- the man he calls your name
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you best go to him it's he not me can loose your chains
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then we'll commence to walk sometime in prison shoes
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we'll walk an walk an walk away our blues
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ida done better
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from cradle to coffin
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in between there's just too much walkin'
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i ain't no odd man out -- junk hiding junk
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i ain't nothin' to speak of
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just put it in the back an leave it off the rack
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no i ain't what you're used to
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did ya taste that boy
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that blood is as sweet as wine
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yeh i got it on me all the time
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we'll do some runnin' too
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you me an ruby-lu
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spin black blades an i'll unwind
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just let me go to sleep the lord my soul to keep
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don't talk just keep it on your mind
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can't you see that sun shinin' in your face has the same
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he came an took your place
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but you don't give a rip an down to hell you slip
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you squack and squack boy you lost your grip
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Prison Shoe Romp
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16 Horsepower |