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    He's got a sharkskin suit and a diamond earring
    He's got jet-black hair, just like his mother
    He's got a jail tattoo, from his long-lost brother
    He's got a shotgun fuse, don't you pull his trigger

    Broke from jail without a gun,
    public enemy number one
    Killed a man on the run
    On the lam, without bail
    headed straight back to jail
    Nowhere else for him to go daddy-o, daddy-o

    Nowhere else for him to go daddy-o, daddy-o
    He rolls snake-eyes, Jack, he's gonna make his money
    He's headin' west, on a killin' spree
    Down in L.A., you know the killin's free

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    (He was born on the 4th of July. The kind of guy, when he spoke to you, he
    stared you straight in the eye. You know, man, when he walked into the room,
    you would feel it. And man, when he walked in the room, it sounded like this)

    He got a hundred years, and the electric chair
    His final words were, I don't care

    (The way the legend goes, is he was executed shortly after midnight. Some
    witnesses say he seemed to be enjoying himself. One witness said he died
    with a smile on his face. He was one bad, bad man)

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    Composición: Scotty Morris

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