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I'm just here to get that money
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Just this favor and it ain't for me honey
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So get your man, we'll make this quick
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Lord, I see you ain't feeling too slick
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You said he'd be back 'bout an hour ago
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Oh, you look so bad
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I can't hang here no more
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Feel that breeze by that back door
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Lord, this house is a killing floor
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Oh, he swung that bat right at my head
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Just one more inch and I'd be dead
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So I put him down, then I turned to you
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Now I'm looking down the hole of an old .32
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My whole life passed before my eyes
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Just one look at your dark surprise
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Oh, you look so sick
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When you pulled that trigger
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Lord, I swear I'll walk if I hear that click
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Yeah, I walked away and I never looked back
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Just desperate souls in a broke down shack
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So I walked one mile in my own shoes
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Now you know I've got
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Oh, I've got these .32 blues
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32 Blues
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| Chris Duarte / John Jordan |
