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Since sun-up this hammer ain't been out my grip |
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Ain't fussing or nothing can't afford to silp |
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Just biding my time, on this long prison line |
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There comes a chance, the screw he turns away |
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I hit him so hard I know he'll never wake |
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It's time to check out, well it's too late too stop now |
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Then I'm up and I'm sweating and I'm running scared |
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Can't blow it now, I got to use some care |
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Get hold of my head, else I'm dead boy, I'm dead |
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I'm over the fields and through the wood beyond |
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My only real chance is that I make the swamp |
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Start covering my way, afore them hounds start to bay |
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It's time to check out, well it's too late to stop now |
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You know it's just too much for one little man, yeah |
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Been on the run for 14 days or so |
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Left all them dogs behind long ago |
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Not even a howl, is following me now |
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But stone prison walls they were the death of me |
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My only real chance, you know I had to be free from that gang |
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Away to some southern land |
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it's time to check out, well it's too late too stop now |
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It's time to check out, well it's too late too stop now |
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(REPEAT AND FADE) |
