From the town of Lincoln Nebraska
with a sawed off .410 on my lap
Through to the badlands of
Wyoming I killed everything in my path
I can't say that I'm sorry
for the things that we done
At least for a little while
sir me and her we had us some fun
The jury brought in a guilty
verdict and the judge he sentenced me to death
Midnight in a prison storeroom
with leather straps across my chest
Sheriff when the man pulls
that switch sir and snaps my poor head back
You make sure my pretty baby
is sittin' right there on my lap
They declared me unfit to live
said into that great void my soul'd be hurled
They wanted to know why I
did what I did
Well sir I guess there's just
a meanness in this world
Marco Giunco |
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