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Justice In Ontario
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(Steve Earle)
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Oh you who hail from Ontario
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Know the tale of the Donnelly's Oh
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Died at the hands of a mob that night
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Every child and man by the oil torch light
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Jim Donnelly was no angel sure
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But they burned his barn, broke down the door
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Well the children cried while they killed old Jim
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Then they killed his wife, then they turned on them
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No judge, no jury, no hangman, no justice in Ontario
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A hundred years or more have turned
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And you always hear how much we've learned
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Well a man lay dead in a Port Hope bar
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And the blood ran red on a hardwood floor
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And the big men ran through the nearest door
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Only one man knew what had happened for sure
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Well one and all wore the outlaws' brand
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And the big bikes roared through the Great Northland
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When you live on the edge of the law
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You know, justice in Ontario
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Blue smoke still hung in the air
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No one spoke when the cops got there
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Well the local constable made the call
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Send us Corporal Terry Hall
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They all sang a different tune
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When Corporal Hall walked in the room
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With his picture book and a list of names
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One by one the witnesses came
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And they told him what he wanted to know
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Justice in Ontario
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The provincial cops searched far and wide
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And the outlaws ran but they could not hide
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And they brought em in every single one
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Save the man who actually fired the gun
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It was down in London, they were tried
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And the guilty man stood free outside
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When he took the stand to pay his debt
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The judge was blind and the jury deaf
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In Kingston Town they're locked up still
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When the sun goes down and the air is chill
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You could swear you heard Jim Donnelly's ghost cry
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"Justice In Ontario"
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Justice In Ontario
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Steve Earle |