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On a Monday, I was arrested |
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On a Tuesday I was locked up in jail |
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On a Wednesday, my trial was contested |
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On a Thursday nobody would pay my bail |
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And I'm all, almost down |
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Yes I know, almost dead |
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And I ain't gonna bring them yellow can |
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Take the straps, straps around my shoulders |
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Take these chains, these chains around my legs |
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Lord these straps, these straps don't worry me |
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But these chains lord, |
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These chains are gonna get me dead |
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And I'm all, almost down |
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Yes I know, almost dead |
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And I'm all, almost down |
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Yes I know, almost dead |
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And I ain't gonna bring them yellow can |
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On a Friday, my baby went on walking |
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On a Saturday, she locked me out of that door |
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On a Sunday, we sat down to talking |
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On a Monday she part all of my blues |
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And I'm all, almost down |
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Yes I know, almost dead |
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And I'm all, almost down |
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Yes I know, almost dead |
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And I ain't gonna bring them yellow can. |