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Verse 1
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In the picturesque mountains
of East Kentucky,
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especially in the county of Brethitt,
during the coal mining strikes
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a good many years ago,
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concerned citizens joined the
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United Mine Workers of America.
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There were others who stood up
for what they thought was right.
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Now because of these
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two different outlooks
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there were many vicious
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fights.
To pass through these laurel
-covered mountains today,
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it's hard to believe how this
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ever gained its gory reputation
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and name that a lot of people
know it by.
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Verse 2
Gather around me people,
listen to my tale
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Gonna tell you why I'm
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spendin' 99 years in jail
I started out drinkin' whiskey,
figured that I was bad
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I thought my 38 special
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was the very best friend I had
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But I was wrong, Lord, Lord, I was wrong
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Down in bloody Breathitt County,
the place that I call home,
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I've heard them bullets screaming
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and a lot of them was my own.
There's four men pushing up daisies,
four men I shot down,
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then I hid out in the mountains
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And I thought I'd never be found,
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but I was wrong, dog, love,
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I was wrong
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When the coal mine strike was settled,
got to thinking about my baby so sweet
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She lived in the town of Jackson,
bloody breath, it's county seat
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So I figured I'd go and see her,
for I felt like I was so free
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And I thought that county sheriff
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had done forgot about me
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But I was wrong, boy, I was wrong
Well, I walked up on her front porch,
I knocked up on her door
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And she said, get away from here,
bad man,
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and don't come back no more
I said, if you don't want me,
you just hang around and see
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Ain't a man in bloody breath
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that would pull a gun on me,
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I found out that I was so wrong.
Well, I walked downtown in Jackson,
just about half past eight,
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with my pistol in my pocket,
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and my heart was full of hate.
I was wantin' to drink a moonshine,
but it took about four or five,
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then I told that Mr. Bootlegger,
They ain't never gonna take me alive,
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but I was wrong, Lord,
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I was wrong.
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As I walked down by the
courthouse,
something jabbed me in the back.
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It was the county sheriff's pistol,
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and he pulled that hammer back.
I said, now lookie here, buddy,
you can make me go along.
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But the Eddyville Penitentiary
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ain't never gonna be my home
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But I was wrong, Lord, Lord, I was wrong
he passed the sentence
He kindly looked me through and through
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Said, Bloody Breathitt County
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gets its name from men like you
Well, I laughed right in his face
Never did shed no tears
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Said, I bet you I'll get me a pardon
In just about seven years
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But I was wrong
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Lord, Lord, I was so wrong
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