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Intro 1
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Verse 1
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He was more than just a decent man,
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best friend I ever had
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When you're shooting at a coffee can
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, a thirty eight don't kick that bad
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But it kicks right through my bones
every second of every day
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Clacking by like cobblestones
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under broken wheels
Verse 2
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And if the truth be known,
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I wasn't doing that well
I wasn't paying attention,
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I brought it on myself
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And I blamed it on the gods that
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seemed to smile on everybody else
I got so inside out,
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I didn't know what was real
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My fields are empty now
Verse 3
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My ground won't take the plow
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It's washed down to gravel
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and stones
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It's only good for burying
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bones
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Verse 4
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I took the pistol off the wall,
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somebody hollered, "Put it back
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Sit down, dad, before you fall down,
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you got no earthly use for that"
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But I slipped out the kitchen door,
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saddled up the sway backed mule
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Cinched her tight and swung on board,
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rode off like a drunken fool
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Rode right on off the world,
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just like it never mattered none
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There wasn't nothing but me and the hurt,
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and the biting cold, and the heft of that gun
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In the pocket of a sheepskin coat,
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moonlight in a madman's eye
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For the unfairness of it all,
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surely something had to die
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My fields are empty now
Verse 5
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My ground won't take the plow
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It's washed down to gravel
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and stones
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It's only good for burying bones
Interlude 1
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Verse 6
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He came out in the lantern light
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His face in the flash was the last I saw
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of the world when it was still right
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I didn't watch him fall, I knew I'd hit him good,
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twice in the chest without a thought
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Turned the mule towards the county seat,
Verse 7
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My fields are empty now
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My ground won't take the plow
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It's washed down to gravel
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and stones
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It's only good for burying bones
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My fields are empty now
Verse 8
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My ground won't take the plow
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It's washed down to gravel
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and stones
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It's only good for burying
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bones
Interlude 2
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Verse 9
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just nothing I can say
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We sit here of an afternoon 'til
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it's time for her to go away
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She rides home on that same mule that
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brought me to this place
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Don't know how she even stands
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to look upon her daddy's face
Verse 10
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He was more than just a decent man
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Best friend I ever had
When you're shooting at a coffee can
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Thirty eight don't kick that bad
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