| Tommy found his daddy’s gun
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| And Joey had never seen one
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| Real cowboy all dressed up
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| As he held it in his hand
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| Said, «You be good and I’ll be bad»
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| Then he pulled the trigger back
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| Stopped little Tommy in his tracks
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| And said, «Get up, man»
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| People came from miles to say goodbye
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| To the Wilson’s youngest son
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| His innocent life had just begun
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| It’s not supposed to go like that
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| It’s not intended to end that way
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| Life is a journey constantly turning
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| Down an unknown path
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| But it’s not supposed to go like that
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| Jimmy had his daddy’s car
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| And the keys to Jenny’s heart
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| A fifth of whiskey on the floorboard
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| Almost gone
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| Havin' the time of their life
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| Had only one thing on their mind
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| Never saw the flashin' lights
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| Or the train comin' on
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| Now there’s a wreath and two small crosses
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| On the right side of the road
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| Reminders of a love that won’t grow
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| I wonder if guardian angels cry
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| When they see it all played out
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| And as they stand with their hands tied
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| Oh, do they cry out loud
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| It’s not suppose to go like that
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| No, it’s not supposed to go like that
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| No, it’s not supposed to go like that
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| No, it’s not supposed to go like that
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| No, it’s not supposed, it’s not supposed to go like that
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| No, no, no, it’s not supposed to go like that |