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    Mother, last night I shot a famous man
    His music, his life, I was his greatest fan
    Mother, I'm sorry for all the things that I did
    I've been hiding it all of my life, shouldÌve kept it still hid
    Should've kept it still hid

    Mother, last night I shot a famous man
    Ain't it funny the things a man does cos he knows that he can
    When I raise my voice, it's a small feeble sound in the wind
    To make yourself heard in this big bad world, you must know where to begin
    You must know where to begin

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    Mother, last night I shot a famous man
    But today I can't say it all went according to plan
    He just looked at me, he stared me straight in the eyes
    Now I know how he felt every day til he died
    Every day til he died

    Mother, well now people listen to me
    I'm the King of America, some say that I'm the King of Comedy
    Mother, now that I know what it means to be heard
    I wish I put down my gun, like he put down his guitar
    And I wish that I'd swallowed my words
    Wished I'd swallowed my words

    Mother, I knew him, but he never knew me

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    Composición: John Wesley Harding

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