Johnny 99

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Well they closed down the auto 
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plant in Mahwah late that month
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Ralph went out lookin' for a job   
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but he couldn't find none
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He came home too drunk from 
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mixin'Tanqueray and wine
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He got a gun shot a night clerk now
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 they call him Johnny 99
Down in the part of town where when 
you hit a red light you don't stop
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Johnny's wavin' his gun around and 
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threatenin' to blow his top
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When an off duty cop snuck up on him
 from behind
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Out in front of the Club Tip Top 
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they slapped the cuffs on Johnny 99
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Well the city supplied a public 
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defender   but the judge was Mean 
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He came into the courtroom and 
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stared poor Johnny down
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Well the evidence is clear gonna let
 the sentence son fit the crime
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Prison for 98 and a year and we'll 
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call it even Johnny 99


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A fistfight broke out in the 
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courtroom   they had to drag 
Johnny's girl away
His mama stood up and shouted Judge 
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don't take my boy this way
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Well son you got any statement you'd
 like to make
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Before the bailiff comes to 
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forever take you away
Now judge judge I had debts no 
honest man could pay
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The bank was holdin' my mortgage 
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and they was takin' my house away
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Now I ain't sayin' that makes me an 
innocent man
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But it was more 'n all this that 
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put that gun in my hand
Well your honour I do believe I'd be
 better off dead
And if you can take a man's life for
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 the thoughts that's in his head
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Then won't you sit back in that 
chair and think it over judge one 
more time
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And let 'em shave off my hair and 
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put me on that execution line