In the time I chased the wolves I was a juvenile baby
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I cut my nine on any friend or foe
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I took my chance on rumor's dance and ruined them lady
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I mash them down wherever they may roam
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Cause I'm rude and real hard headed
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My clan is tough my face is rough from weather and booze
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My game is stiff so you know I never lose
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The women call and when they do I comfort them
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I love so long no creature could contend
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Cause I'm rude and real hard headed
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Pray to God for forgiveness
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For all that I have done
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Pray to Mary for mercy
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That I may not run
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The handman's noose is falling
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In the crisp autumn air
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See them sway from the gallows baby
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As my soul did prepare
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Cause I'm rude and real hard headed
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Real Hard Headed
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| The Parlor Mob |
