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I've grown tired |
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Of the words of the single man |
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Hangin' lifeless on his every word |
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O no man |
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You don't understand dear man |
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The little angel held out her hand |
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Sayin' father, father I love you |
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O praise Jesus I got you |
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Okay yeah, billy goat |
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An' we'll play farm |
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I didn't mean to spirit stiff you |
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Nor to do you no harm |
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You say you've got a bone to pick |
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Well, there's plenty showin' on me |
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Come on up yeah, bring your temper boy |
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We'll see, we'll see |
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Yeah, you may be the one |
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Come on son |
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Bring your blade |
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And your gun |
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And if I die |
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By your hand |
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I've gotta home |
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In glory land, yeah, yeah |
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Ahh, my Lord |