There's a twelve gauge shotgun lyin on the floor
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She's not sure that he's breathin anymore
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Now she's sittin on the corner of her bed in her room
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Siren's blarin they'll be there soon.
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Now she's cryin with her head in her hands
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Talkin so fast that they don't understand
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Said he hit her that morning, he hit her that night
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All she remembers was a flashin light
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[Chorus]
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But he's never gonna hit her again, he's never gonna hit her again
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You can be real sure of one thing friend, he'll never ever hit her again.
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Well he caught her with a quick right cross
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Didn't know the line he'd crossed
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Now there's blood in her hair and blood on her clothes
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Blood still runnin' from her nose
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Well she went and found a box of shells
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Gonna take him straight to hell
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There were tears on her face when her eyes turned black
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Didn't know a twelve gauge could kick like that
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[Chorus]
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There's a twelve gauge shotgun lyin on the floor
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She's not sure that he's breahin anymore
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Well they put her in the cop car, took her downtown
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All of the neighbors standin around
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And now she's cryin with her head in her hands
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And talkin to fast that they don't understand
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Said he hit her in the morning, he hit her that night
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All she remembered was a flashing light
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[Chorus 2X]
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Twelve Gauge
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Casey Donahew Band |