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Well I used to be an angel |
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I guess my wings got torn |
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For I ain't seen nothing but bad luck and trouble |
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Ever since that i've been born |
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Ever since that i've been born |
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I used to have a best friend |
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And a girl for to be my bride |
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I had everything that a man could want |
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I believed i was satisfied |
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I bleieved i was satisfied |
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But as i came home one evening |
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The moon was hanging high |
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I felt something wrong, something must be going on and a black cat passed me by |
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A black cat passed me by |
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So i peeked on through my keyhole |
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Now tell me what did i see? |
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I saw my gal and my best friend |
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In a bed that belonged to me |
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A bed that belonged to me |
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So i went and grabbed my shotgun |
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You know how the story goes |
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Gonna find me on a chain, digging ditches in the rain and i'll be wearing them county clothes |
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Wearing them county clothes |
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Yes the jury found me guilty |
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I heard that gavel sound |
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And the only friend who would have thrown my bail |
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Was six feet underground |
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Six feet underground |
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Oh Lord i'm feeling lowdown |
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Got nothing to call mine |
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Gonna spend my days, wasting all away |
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In cell block #9 |
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Cell block #9 |
