Somebody went and killed some people
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And they know who
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The evidence fits around the facts
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Like a favourite shoe
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But nobody knows where the corpses are
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Their whereabouts unknown
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The killer's in a frenzy
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And he's getting on the phone
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So they got their thinking hats on
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And spread out in their cars
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But only I know where the bodies are
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You know they can i.d. someone
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From one cell of skin
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But they couldn't spot a crime scene
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If the killer went and let 'em in
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To genetic fingerprinting
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We all take off our hats
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To hide the little stains that spread
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Across the welcome mat
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You can put your best foot forward
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And wish upon a star
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But only I know where the bodies are
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Lawyers defending guilty men
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Depending on the bid
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The question isn't if they're guilty
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But if they'll get acquitted
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Justice goes unjustfied
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Beneath a police chief and an eagle
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Pain's too difficult to prove
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They're not going to make pain illegal
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To think that we were once naive
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To think we've come this far
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To think that only I know where the bodies are
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Some people don't wanna know
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The facts behind the scam
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Or see "Who could I be?"
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Peeking out behind "The great I am"
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But most of us got enough to think about
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Husbands and wives
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To notice pointless death's become
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A brand new way of life
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And this is just a sandwich board
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That I wear out in the park
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Saying only I know where the bodies are
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(And I'm not telling you.)
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Where The Bodies Are
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| John Wesley Harding |
