The blood of this family mingles
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With the clay in this stinking riverbed
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I tie the boy down and tear his mother's gown
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It's okay, she's already dead
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I'll sell the boy and the horses
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To the snake you cannot see
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I cut open the white man
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And take from his woman too
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If it were up to me
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All the white faces would bleed
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And bleed, and bleed, and bleed
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It's truth
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Murder
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It's murder
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Murder
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It's murder
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Empty plains echo with empty screams
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There's a wagon on the highland
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A father and his girl- both are heading south
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I tie the boy and the horses
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Then use the skills of the wolf
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I don't use a bullet
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I get close enough I can use my knife
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My knife
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I cut open the white man
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And take from his woman too
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If it were up to me
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All the white faces would bleed
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Red's a better color
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It's truth
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Let the blood out
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Let it flow
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Cut the blood out
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Let it flow
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Kill the blood out
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Let if flow
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Like a river
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Let it flow
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Like a river
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Let it flow
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Like a river
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Let if flow
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Like a river
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Into the sea
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Murder
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Horse The Band |