(Dennis Brennan & Kevin Barry)
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Down on this row there ain't much to do
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So I close my eyes and dream about you
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You and that guy I met once or twice
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That's alright honey I just hope he's treating you nice
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Things here ain't so bad, I've made some friends
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They make me laugh but I can't pretend
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When the night gets cold, and I get blue
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Honey I just wanna hold onto you
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CHORUS
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Oh Theresa, Theresa my dear
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I stand accused and I'm guilty I fear
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We've lived our lives in a corner called Hell
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Now you're out there and I'm in this cell
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And if you can't be here by midnight
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If all of your connections fail
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Say a prayer for me, finger your rosary
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For I will have left this jail
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I will see the cell door open
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I will hear the tolling bells
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And if you can't be here by midnight
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Darling I'm wishing, I'm wishing you well
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Everyday I recall how I got to this place
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I woke up one night with a gun in my face
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I saw a badge, I saw blue
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That boy couldn't have been more than 22
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I heard you scream, I grabbed his gun
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You broke free and he started to run
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Back of the head and it wasn't clean
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Meanest thing that I ever seen
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Theresa
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| Mark Erelli |
