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They got him drunk as hell |
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They caught him way off balance |
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He could not walk or stand |
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So they thought they could take him |
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They had a plan to trip him |
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As he stumbled by and kick him |
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Their tiny brains were bubbling |
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His filthy mouth was mumbling |
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Get Get Get off my horse |
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He's in the trunk and still now |
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Unconscious and he's bleeding |
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They cut him wide open |
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Several times they stabbed him |
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He had burned his brothers |
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As if they were not of his family |
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Dug deep enough for covering |
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The hole where they'd be lowering |
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Get Get Get off my horse |
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After they sunk his body |
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And covered up their tracks |
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They thought of ways or means |
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To lie about what they had done |
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They told their pa |
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The he had gone off into the woods |
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By himself |
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The got old ma to worrying |
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But not about some burying |
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Get Get Get off my horse |
