In a place called Sheriff's County
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There's a story goin' round
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And it echoes through the swamps of FLA
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About the sheriff and his daughter
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That he guarded with his life
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With a shotgun just to keep those wolves at bay
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But she was a fire beyond control
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No chains could hold her captive soul
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Now the legend grows as days unwind
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About passions strong and justice blind
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To the reckless deeds that hide behind
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The Sheriff's County Line
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Now the sheriff had a deputy that he treated like a son
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But he warned Calhoun not to see Estelle
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'Cause he knew that she was trouble
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Had her mama's wild side
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And if he slipped he'd make his life a living hell
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But flesh is weak and passion's strong
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There in the backwoods around dawn
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They say it was a murder in the first degree
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When the sheriff caught them in the heat
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Just one shot killed the deputy
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On the Sheriff's County Line
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One step closer to midnight
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Sittin' there just waitin' to die
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The young preacher asks if he's ready
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To make his peace and speak his mind
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He said "Blood is thicker than water"?
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And my temper must've got out of hand
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And just before they threw the switch on Old Sparky
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He said "I'd do it all over, Do it all over again"?
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Now Estelle is softly crying at the foot of her daddy's grave
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As the preacher reads the bible verse out loud
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You could see her eyes a wanderin'
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As he turns another page
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And she pulls him ever gently from the crowd
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She tells him,
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Oh she feels so all alone
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And begs him to walk her safely home
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And the madness starts all over again
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Calhoun's curse is the preacher's end
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Cause the forbidden fruit is the sweetest sin
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On the Sheriff's County Line
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Sheriff's County Line
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