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Have mercy, I'm in a world of trouble now |
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I'm being held by the State Patrol |
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I am charged with traffic of the forbidden |
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And I almost finished doing my parole |
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Now, I'm on my way back down town |
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Somebody help me, have mercy on my soul |
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I go to court tomorrow morning |
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And I got the same judge I had before |
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Lord, I know he won't have no mercy on me |
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'Cause he told me not to come back no more |
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He'll send me away to some stoney mansion |
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In a lonely room and lock the door |
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Ow! Have mercy on my little Tulane |
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She's too alive to try to live alone |
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And I know her needs |
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And although she loves me |
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She's gonna try to make it |
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While the poor boy's gone |
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Somebody should tell her to live |
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And I'll understand it |
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And even love her more |
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When I come back home |
