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Have you heard, the dogs at night |
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Somewhere on the hill |
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Chasing some poor criminal |
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And I guess they're out to kill |
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Oh, there must be shackles on his feet |
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And mother, in his eyes, stumbling through the devil-dark |
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With the hound pack in full cry |
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Have mercy on the criminal |
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Who is running from the law |
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Are you blind to the |
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Winds of change? |
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Don't you hear him any more? |
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Praying Lord you gotta help me |
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I am never gonna sin again |
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Just take, these chains |
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From around my legs |
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Sweet Jesus I'll be your friend |
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Now have you ever seen |
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The white teeth gleam |
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While you lie on a |
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Cold damp ground |
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You're taking in the face of a rifle butt |
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While the wardens hold you down |
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And you've never seen a friend in years |
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Oh, it turns your heart to stone |
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You jump the walls |
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And the dogs run free |
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And the grave's gonna be your home |