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Soul Asylum |
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Time's Incinerator |
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Cocaine Blues |
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Early one morning while making my rounds |
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I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my baby down |
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I shot her down bacause she made me stoned |
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Late the next morning I grabbed my gun |
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I took a shot of cocaine and away I run |
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It made me run, but I run too slow |
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They took me down at the border of Mexico |
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Taking the highroads taking the kill |
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Goin' watchin the sheriff from Circle Hill |
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Tilley lil lady my name is nice Jack Brown |
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Yes my name is Doo Little Lee |
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If you got a warrant you better read it to me |
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I shot her down cause she made me stoned |
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When I was arrested I was pressed at blank |
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They needed a freight train to hold me back |
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I got no friend who are gonna pay my bail |
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I became a dried up carcas in the county jail |
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The next morning bout half past nine |
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I saw a sheriff walking down the line |
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The sheriff said as he cleared his throat |
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The nest morning my trial began |
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Where I was judged by twelve honest men |
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In bout five minutes in walks a man |
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holding the verdict in his right hand |
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the verdict said in the third degree |
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I tried so lord plase have mercy on me |
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ninety nine years in the Sam Clint Ben |
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ninety nine years in which he made me proud |
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I wont forget the day I shot that bad bitch down |
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Comon you haglers listen up to me |
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Say I took this letter and a bag of cocaine |
