Ballad Of The Self-loading Pistol

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Father, I have come to tell you about something I done
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Well, as the night reared its light head into a baby's sun
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We rolled down into the town from where the Black Throats come
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And you know there was a robbery, there was a holdup
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Oh, there was a shootout, and there was a killing
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And there's blood on my hands
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Today I killed a man

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Well now, sister, you know me well
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And you ask me, well, how it was I felt
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Well, she had an appetite for loving only a fading beauty could possess
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She knew just what she wanted and she wouldn't take less
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I figured it was a small town, it was at sundown
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It was just a small crowd of people around
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Oh, but he wouldn't put his guns down
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No, he wouldn't put his guns down
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Woah, he wouldn't put his guns down
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Now, his blood's on my hands
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Today I killed a man

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And papa, you showed me the beauty of buckshot
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The love song a bullet sings as she whistles
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And showed me the story of the self-loading pistol

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Well now, father, I have come to tell you about something I done
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He had a widow running through town screaming
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He had a brother and his tears were streaming
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Now I'm moving on the border with a rifle on my shoulder
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'Cause daddy, you showed me the beauty of buckshot
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The love song a bullet sings as she whistles
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And showed me the story of the self-loading pistol
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And I just come to tell you that it don't hurt no more
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No, it don't hurt no more 'cause your son, he's an outlaw
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Oh, your son, he's an outlaw
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Yes, your son, he's an outlaw
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Oh, your son, he's an outlaw
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Now, your son, he's an outlaw
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Oh, your son, he's an outlaw
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Now, his blood feels good on my hands
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Today I killed a man