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Willie Johnson
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Was locking up his store Monday night
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When someone snuck in
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And they commenced to fight
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His wife Amielia found him lying on the freezer floor
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Now this sleepy little town
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It ain't sleeping no more
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Well 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
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He was 70 years old
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Then they bought some beer with
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The six dollars they stole
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Chorus:
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Well I know my anger is not politically cool
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But brother we're in danger
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When kids can be so cruel
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As to kill for play
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Dear God have mercy
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We're living
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Just like there's no judgement day
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Billy Haney
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Is the youngest of the three accused
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His grandpa got him as a baby
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Hungry and abused
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But no one guessed the depth of his emotional scars
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Til we saw him on the news
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Grinning like a movie star
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Chorus:
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Well I know my anger is not politically cool
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But brother we're in danger
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When we can be so cruel
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As throw our kids away
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Dear God have mercy
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We're living
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Just like there's no judgement day
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Today the headlights lined up
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In the drizzling rain
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To the graveyard stretched
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The five mile chain
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And we laid to rest one of this towns sweeties souls
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And we burried the peace we know
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In that very same...hole
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Ummmmmmmmm
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No Judgement Day
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Kevin Ray |