are ya listenin boy the man he hung see you ve heard it said that s what he done for me did ya hear that girl the man he calls your name you d better go to him it s he not me can loose your chains then we ll commence to walk sometime in prison shoes we ll walk an walk an walk away our blues ida done better from cradle to coffin in between there s just too much walkin i ain t no odd man out junk hiding junk i ain t nothin to speak of just put it in the back an leave it off the rack yeah i ain t what you re used to did ya taste that boy that blood is as sweet as wine yeh i got it on me all the time we ll do some runnin too you me an ruby lu spin black blades an i ll unwind just let me go to sleep the lord my soul to keep don t talk just keep it on your mind can t you see that sun shinin in your face he s the same he came an took your place but you don t give a rip an down to hell you slip you squack and squack boy you lost your grip
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