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I went to a party at the local county jail |
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All the cons were dancing and the band began to wail |
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But the guys were indiscreet |
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They were brawling in the street |
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At the local dance at the local county jail |
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Well the band were playing and the booze began to flow |
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But the sound came over on the police car radio |
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Down at precinct 49 |
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Having a tear-gas of a time |
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Sergeant Baker got a call from the Governor of the county jail |
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Load up, load up, load up |
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With rubber bullets |
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Load up, load up, load up |
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With rubber bullets |
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I love to hear those convicts squeal |
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It's a shame these slugs ain't real |
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But we can't have dancin' at the local county jail |
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Sergeant Baker and his men made a bee-line for the jail |
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And for miles around you could hear the sirens wail |
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There's a rumor goin' 'round death row |
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That a fuse is gonna blow |
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At the local hop at the local county jail |
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Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do? |
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Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do? |
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Sergeant Baker started talkin' with a bullhorn in his hand |
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He was cool, he was clear, he was always in command |
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He said "Blood will flow here Padre |
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Padre you talk to your boys |
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Trust in me God will come to set you free" |
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Well we don't understand why you called in the national guard |
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When uncle Sam is the one who belongs in the exercise yard |
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We all got balls and brains |
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But some's got balls and chains |
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At the local dance at the local county jail |
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Load up, load up, load up |
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With rubber bullets |
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Load up, load up, load up |
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With rubber bullets |
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Is it really such a crime |
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For a guy to spend his time |
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At the local dance at the local county jail? |
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At the local dance at the local county jail |
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Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do? |
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Whatcha gonna do about it, whatcha gonna do? |
