| You can lie to your Mama, you can lie to your race
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| But you cant lie to nobody with that cold steel in your face.
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| And the same God that youre so afraid of
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| Is gonna send you to hell
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| Is the same one you’re gonna answer
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| To when the pin hits the shell.
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| Your sisters been blaming everybody.
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| I don’t blame her, man, I guess Id do the same
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| If you was my brother, man, Id probably stand you.
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| But you aint, man, so I got to go my way.
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| And I aint gonna crawl upon no high horse
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| Cause i got throuwn of one
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| When i was young and i aint no cowboy
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| So i aint going where i dont belong.
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| It wouldnt do you no good to let you know
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| That it damned near killed me too
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| So i aint gonna mourn for you, man,
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| Now that youre gone.
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| Me and you, we liked our pills and our whiskey.
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| But you dont want your head full of either one
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| When the house gets quiet and dark.
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| Feeling good used to come so damned easy,
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| Racing trains from 2nd Street to Avalon.
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| Take a trip down to Memory Lane,
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| You dont see no friendly faces,
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| All the houses have been painted
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| And nobody knows your name.
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| Its enough to make a man not want
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| To be nobodys Daddy,
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| When all he thinks hes got left to hand down
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| Is guilt and shame.
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| And i aint gonna crawl upon no high horse
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| Cause i got thrown of of one
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| When i was young and i aint no cowboy
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| So i aint going where i dont belong.
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| It wouldnt do you no good to let you know
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| That it damned near killed me too
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| So i aint gonna mourn for you, man,
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| Now that youre gone.
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| You can lie to your Mama, you can lie to your race
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| But you cant lie to nobody with that cold steel in your face.
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| And the same God that youre so afraid of
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| Is gonna send you to hell
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| Is the same one you’re gonna answer
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| To when the pin hits the shell. |