| He happened upon my late night scene
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| He rode into town about 12:15
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| In a '69 overpainted Emerald Green
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| He happened upon my late night scene
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| He rode into town about 12:15
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| In a '69 overpainted Emerald Green
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| Smelling like weed and Alf Fouchine
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| 'Said that he was looking for this kid, Eugene
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| Who lived on the corner of Fifth and Macy
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| Gene was messin' 'round with his wife, Doreen
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| Under the kicked-in door he heard him scream
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| He said
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| «I've got so much trouble on my mind
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| That I even scare myself sometimes
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| I make a threat, my conscious sweats
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| My mind gets set and I’m gone»
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| Somebody better hold me back
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| Somebody better hold me back
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| Slap my face and get me back on track
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| I’ll pull my pin
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| I won’t be ashamed to sin
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| If I don’t hold my fire
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| Hold my fire
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| It happened so fast
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| But before I knew
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| He pulled a cold .45 from the heel of his shoe
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| I heard two shots and Gene caught one
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| Then he was gone just as quick as he’d come
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| 'Said
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| «I've got so much trouble on my mind
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| That I even scare myself sometimes
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| I make a threat, my conscious sweats
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| My mind gets set and I’m gone»
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| Somebody better hold me back
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| Somebody better hold me back
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| Slap my face and get me back on track
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| I’ll pull my pin
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| I won’t be ashamed to sin
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| If I don’t hold my fire
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| I don’t hold my fire
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| I’ve got so much trouble on my mind
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| That I even scare myself sometimes
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| I make a threat, my conscious sweats
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| My mind gets set and I’m gone
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| I’m gone
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| I’m gone
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| I’m gone, I’m too far gone
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| Somebody better hold me back
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| Somebody better hold me back
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| Slap my face and get me back on track
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| I will pull this pin
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| I won’t be ashamed to sin
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| If I don’t hold my fire
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| Hold my fire |