He smelled like gin with a hint of her
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Up 'till then I wasn't sure
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But he swaggered by and said "the boys said to tell you 'hey'"
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And I was kicked back in his easy chair
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Holding a fifth, tappin' the barrel of a
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Fresh clean steel blue polished up .38
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And I was kinda hopin' he'd at least look scared
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But all he said was "OK, she was good, and you don't dare"
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Lookin' back now, I probably should've let him run
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But paybacks are hell where I come from
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Any fool should know you don't look a woman in the eye and smile
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When she knows what you've done
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And she's holdin' whiskey and a gun
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The sun shines grey in the prison yard
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Life to go was goin' hard
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When the warden started gettin' sweet on me
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He drug me up to a room one night
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Poured me some 'ski, gave me a light
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And I smoked slow and waited 'till he was done
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And I thought that was that
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'Till he got rough and I fought back
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And when I grabbed his pistol he laughed and said
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"Girl, you ain't got the guts"
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Lookin' back now, I probably should've let him run
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But paybacks are hell where I come from
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Any fool should know you don't look a woman in the eye and smile
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When she knows what you've done
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And she's holdin' whiskey and a gun
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They're strappin' me down and I'm scared to die
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And I ain't the kinda girl to cry
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But I find myself begging God for mercy
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My hands are cold as I start to slip
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Sodium thiopental drips
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The room goes black and I wonder if He heard me
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Lookin' back now, I probably should've let him run
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I bet paybacks are hell there where I'm goin'
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But any fool should know you don't look a woman in the eye and smile
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When she knows what you've done
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And she's holdin' whiskey and a gun
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Whiskey And A Gun
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Maggie Rose |