| There was a murder in the red barn
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| A murder in the red barn
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| The trees are bending over
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| The cows are lying down
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| The autumn’s taking over
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| You can hear the Buckshot hounds
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| The watchman said to Reba the loon
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| Was that pale at Manzanita
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| Or was it Blind Bob the coon?
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| Pin it on a drifter
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| They sleep beneath the bridge
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| One plays the violin
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| And sleeps inside a fridge
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| There was a murder in the red barn
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| A murder in the red barn
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| Someone’s crying in the woods
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| Someone’s burying all his clothes
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| Now Slam the Crank from Wheezer
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| Slept outside last night and froze
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| Road kill has its seasons
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| Just like anything
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| There is possums in the autumn
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| And there’s farm cats in the spring
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| There was a murder in the red barn
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| A murder in the red barn
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| Now thou shalt not covet thy neighbor’s house
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| Or covet thy neighbor’s wife
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| But for some
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| Murder is the only door thru which they enter life
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| Now they surrounded the house
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| They smoked him out
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| And took him off in chains
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| The sky turned black and bruised
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| And we had months of heavy rains
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| Now the ravens nest in the rotted roof
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| Of Chenoweth’s old place
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| And no one’s asking Cal
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| About that scar upon his face
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| Cause there’s nothin' strange
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| About an axe with bloodstains in the barn
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| There’s always some killin'
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| You got to do around the farm
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| A murder in the red barn
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| A murder in the red barn
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| Now the woods will never tell
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| What sleeps beneath the trees
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| Or what’s buried 'neath a rock
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| Or hiding in the leaves
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| Cause road kill has its seasons
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| Just like anything
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| It’s possums in the autumn
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| And it’s farm cats in the spring
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| There was a murder in the red barn
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| A murder in the red barn
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| A murder in the red barn
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| Now a lady can’t do nothin'
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| Without folks' tongues waggin'
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| Is that blood on the tree
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| Or is it autumn’s red blaze
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| When the ground’s soft for diggin'
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| And the rain will bring all this gloom
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| There’s nothing wrong with a lady
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| Drinking alone in a room
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| But there was a murder in the red barn
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| A murder in the red barn |