It was late last night when the boss came home
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To wander early his mansion and a desolate throne
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Servant said boss the ladies gone
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She left this morning just before dawn
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You got something to tell me, tell it to me man
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Come to the point as straight as you can
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Old henry lee chief of the clan
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Came riding through the woods and took her by the hand
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The boss he lay back flat on his bed
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He cursed the heat and he clutched his head
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He pondered the future of his fate
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To wait another day would be far too late
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Go fetch me my coat and my tie
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And the cheapest labour that money can buy
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Saddle me up my buckskin mare
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If you see me go by put up a prayer
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Well they rode all night and they rode all day
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Eastward long on the broad highway
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His spirit was tired and his vision was bent
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His men deserted him and onward he went
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He came to a place where the land was dull
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His poor head pounding in his skull
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Heavy heart was racked with pain
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Insomnia raging in his brain
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Well he threw down his helmet and his cross handle sword
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He renounced his faith he denied his lord
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Crawled on his belly put his ear to the wall
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One way or another put an end to it all
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He leaned down cut the electric wire
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Stared into the flames and he snorted the fire
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Peered through the darkness caught a glimpse of the two
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Hard to tell for certain who was who
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He lowered himself down on a golden chain
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His nerves were quickening every vein
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His knuckles were bloody he sucked in the air
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He ran his fingers through his greasy hair
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They looked at each other and their glasses clinked
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One single unit inseparably linked
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Got a strange premonition there's a man close by
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Don't worry about him he wouldn't harm a fly
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From behind the curtain the boss crossed the floor
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He moved his feet and he bolted the door
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Shadows hiding the lines in his face
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With all the nobility of an ancient race
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She turned she was startled by a look of surprise
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With the hatred that could hit the skies
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You're a reckless fool I could see it in your eyes
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To come this way was by no means wise
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Get up stand up you greedy lipped wench
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And cover your face with some other consequence
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You are making my heart feel sick
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Put your clothes on double quick
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Sill boy you think me a saint
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To listen no more to your words of complaint
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You've given me nothing but the sweetest lies
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Now hold your tongue and feed your eyes
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Id have given you the stars and the planets too
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What good are these things to you
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By the heart if not the knee
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Or never again this world you see
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Oh please let not your heart be cold
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This man is dearer to me than gold
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Oh my dear you must be blind
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He's a gutless ape with a worthless mind
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You've had your way too long with me
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Now its me who will determine how things will be
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Tried to escape he cussed and cursed
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You'll have to try get passed me first
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I dared not let your passion rule
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You think my heart the heart of a fool
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And you sir you can not deny
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You made a monkey of me for what and for why
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Ill have no more of this insulting chat
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The devil can have you I'll see to that
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Look sharp or step aside
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Or in the cradle you'll wish you died
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The gun went boom and the shot rang clear
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The first bullet grazed his ear
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Second ball went right straight in
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And he bent in the middle like a twisted bin
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He crawled to the corner and he lowered his head
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He grabbed the chair and he grabbed the bed
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It would take more than needle and thread
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Bleeding from the mouth he's as good as dead
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You shot my husband down you fiend
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Husband what, husband what the hell do you mean
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He was man of strife a man of sin
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I cut him down and I throw him to the wind
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Hear this she said with angry breath
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You too shall meet the lord of death
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It was I who brought your soul to life
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And she raised her robe and she drew out a knife
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His face was hard and caked with sweat
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His arms ached and his hands were wet
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You're a murderous woman and bloody wife
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If you don't mind ill have the knife
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We're two of a kind and our blood runs hot
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But we're no way similar in b |