| Song | Harder Cards |
| Artist | Collin Raye |
| Album | Tracks |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Written:Craig Wiseman/Michael Henderson | |
| Well the hammer fell down on a forty-four primer | |
| Now there's one less problem in South Carolina tonight | |
| Wrong or right | |
| She just looked at me as she finished her tale | |
| And her blank expression went another shade pale of grey | |
| There was nothin' to say | |
| In the shadows of her face, I saw the scars | |
| That you get when you live where love is hard | |
| And she said | |
| Don't you sit and judge me | |
| From some high and mighty seat | |
| Don't you shrug off | |
| Until you've walked a mile in my bare feet | |
| 'Cause there are people that you pass by every day | |
| With harder cards than yours in life to play | |
| Well I put the cuffs on her | |
| And I put her in the car | |
| And I walked in and he was on the floor | |
| Stone dead | |
| Shot in the head | |
| There were whiskey bottles and dope by his chair | |
| And a starving baby with nothin' to wear | |
| But tears | |
| You know, the picture was clear | |
| He had finally pushed her farther than the line | |
| And the badge i wore had lost all of it's shine | |
| Don't you sit and judge me | |
| From some high and mighty seat | |
| Don't you shrug off | |
| Until you've walked a mile in my bare feet | |
| 'Cause there are people that you pass by every day | |
| With harder cards than yours in life to play | |
| Well I stood there thinkin' how justice was blind | |
| But I didn't see any and I could see just fine | |
| And I made up my mind | |
| So I took the cuffs off her | |
| And I took her back in | |
| I wiped off the gun | |
| And wrapped it in his right hand | |
| Where it should've been | |
| And the morning paper told in black and white | |
| Just another senseless case of suicide | |
| Oh, just a suicide | |
| Oh but don't you sit and judge me | |
| From some high and mighty seat | |
| Don't you shrug off | |
| Until you've walked a mile on my beat | |
| 'Cause there are people that you pass by every day | |
| With harder cards than yours in life to play | |
| Yeah the hammer fell down on a forty-four primer | |
| Now there's one less problem in South Carolina tonight |
| Written: Craig Wiseman Michael Henderson | |
| Well the hammer fell down on a fortyfour primer | |
| Now there' s one less problem in South Carolina tonight | |
| Wrong or right | |
| She just looked at me as she finished her tale | |
| And her blank expression went another shade pale of grey | |
| There was nothin' to say | |
| In the shadows of her face, I saw the scars | |
| That you get when you live where love is hard | |
| And she said | |
| Don' t you sit and judge me | |
| From some high and mighty seat | |
| Don' t you shrug off | |
| Until you' ve walked a mile in my bare feet | |
| ' Cause there are people that you pass by every day | |
| With harder cards than yours in life to play | |
| Well I put the cuffs on her | |
| And I put her in the car | |
| And I walked in and he was on the floor | |
| Stone dead | |
| Shot in the head | |
| There were whiskey bottles and dope by his chair | |
| And a starving baby with nothin' to wear | |
| But tears | |
| You know, the picture was clear | |
| He had finally pushed her farther than the line | |
| And the badge i wore had lost all of it' s shine | |
| Don' t you sit and judge me | |
| From some high and mighty seat | |
| Don' t you shrug off | |
| Until you' ve walked a mile in my bare feet | |
| ' Cause there are people that you pass by every day | |
| With harder cards than yours in life to play | |
| Well I stood there thinkin' how justice was blind | |
| But I didn' t see any and I could see just fine | |
| And I made up my mind | |
| So I took the cuffs off her | |
| And I took her back in | |
| I wiped off the gun | |
| And wrapped it in his right hand | |
| Where it should' ve been | |
| And the morning paper told in black and white | |
| Just another senseless case of suicide | |
| Oh, just a suicide | |
| Oh but don' t you sit and judge me | |
| From some high and mighty seat | |
| Don' t you shrug off | |
| Until you' ve walked a mile on my beat | |
| ' Cause there are people that you pass by every day | |
| With harder cards than yours in life to play | |
| Yeah the hammer fell down on a fortyfour primer | |
| Now there' s one less problem in South Carolina tonight |
| Written: Craig Wiseman Michael Henderson | |
| Well the hammer fell down on a fortyfour primer | |
| Now there' s one less problem in South Carolina tonight | |
| Wrong or right | |
| She just looked at me as she finished her tale | |
| And her blank expression went another shade pale of grey | |
| There was nothin' to say | |
| In the shadows of her face, I saw the scars | |
| That you get when you live where love is hard | |
| And she said | |
| Don' t you sit and judge me | |
| From some high and mighty seat | |
| Don' t you shrug off | |
| Until you' ve walked a mile in my bare feet | |
| ' Cause there are people that you pass by every day | |
| With harder cards than yours in life to play | |
| Well I put the cuffs on her | |
| And I put her in the car | |
| And I walked in and he was on the floor | |
| Stone dead | |
| Shot in the head | |
| There were whiskey bottles and dope by his chair | |
| And a starving baby with nothin' to wear | |
| But tears | |
| You know, the picture was clear | |
| He had finally pushed her farther than the line | |
| And the badge i wore had lost all of it' s shine | |
| Don' t you sit and judge me | |
| From some high and mighty seat | |
| Don' t you shrug off | |
| Until you' ve walked a mile in my bare feet | |
| ' Cause there are people that you pass by every day | |
| With harder cards than yours in life to play | |
| Well I stood there thinkin' how justice was blind | |
| But I didn' t see any and I could see just fine | |
| And I made up my mind | |
| So I took the cuffs off her | |
| And I took her back in | |
| I wiped off the gun | |
| And wrapped it in his right hand | |
| Where it should' ve been | |
| And the morning paper told in black and white | |
| Just another senseless case of suicide | |
| Oh, just a suicide | |
| Oh but don' t you sit and judge me | |
| From some high and mighty seat | |
| Don' t you shrug off | |
| Until you' ve walked a mile on my beat | |
| ' Cause there are people that you pass by every day | |
| With harder cards than yours in life to play | |
| Yeah the hammer fell down on a fortyfour primer | |
| Now there' s one less problem in South Carolina tonight |