Looking back now, I probably should've let him run
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He smelled like gin with a hint of her
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Up 'til 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 tapping the barrel
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Of a fresh cleaned steel blue polished up .38
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And I was kind of hoping he'd at least look scared
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But all he said was "Okay, she was good and you don't dare"
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Looking back now I probably should've let him run
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Paybacks are hell where I come from
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And any fool should now
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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 holding whiskey and a gun
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Well the sun shines gray in the prison yard
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Life to go was going hard
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When the warden started getting sweet on me
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And he dragged me to his room one night
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And poured me some 'skey gave me a light
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And I smoked slow and waited 'til he was done
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And I thought that was that 'til 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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Looking back now I probably should've let him run
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Paybacks are hell where I come from
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And any fool should now
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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 holding whiskey and a gun
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Whiskey and a gun
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They're strapping me down and I'm scared to die
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Now I ain't the kind of 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 theopentol drips
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The room goes black and I wonder if He heard me
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Looking back now I probably should've let 'em run
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I bet paybacks are hell there where I'm goin'
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But any fool should know
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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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Whiskey and a gun
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Whiskey and a gun
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Looking Back Now
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Maggie Rose |