Willie Johnson was locking up his store Monday night
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And someone snuck in and they commenced a fight
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His wife Emilia found him lying on the freezer floor
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Now this sleepy little town, it aint sleepy no more
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Sheriff Walker holds three local boys in jail
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They confessed right down to the last detail
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They beat Willie with a bat, He was 70 years old
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Then they bought some beer with the six dollars they stole
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Well I know my anger is not politically cool
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But, brother we're in danger when kids can be so cruel as to kill for play,
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Dear God have mercy we're liven just like theres no judgment day
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Billy Haney is the youngest of the three accused
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His grandpa got him as a baby hungry and abused
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But no one guessed the depth of his emotional scares
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Till we saw him on the news grinning like a movie star
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Well I know my anger is not politically cool
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But, brother we're in danger when we can be so cruel, as to throw our kids away
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Dear God have mercy we're living just like theres no judgment day
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Today the headlights lined in the drizzling rain
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To the graveyard stretched a five mile chain
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And we laid to rest one of this towns sweetest souls
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And we buried the peace we know in that very same hole
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No Judgement Day
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Gary Allan |