| Somewhere on the hill?
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| Chasing some poor criminal
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| And I guess they’re out to kill
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| Oh there must be shackles on his feet
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| And mother in his eyes
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| Stumbling through the Devil dark
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| With the hound pack in full cry
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| Have mercy on the criminal
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| Who is running from the law
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| Are you blind to the winds of change?
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| Don’t you hear him anymore?
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| Saying, «Lord you gotta help me
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| Now I am never gonna sin again
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| Take these chains from around my legs
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| Sweet Jesus I’ll be your friend»
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| Now have you ever seen the white teeth gleam
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| While you lie on a cold damp ground?
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| Taking in the face of a rifle butt
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| While the wardens hold you down
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| And you’ve never seen a friend in years
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| Oh it turns your heart to stone
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| You jump the wall and the dogs run free
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| And the grave gonna be your home
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| Have mercy on the criminal
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| Who is running from the law
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| Are you blind to the winds of change?
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| Don’t you hear him anymore?
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| Saying, «Lord you gotta help me
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| Now I am never gonna sin again
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| Take these chains from around my legs
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| Sweet Jesus I’ll be your friend»
|
| Have mercy on the criminal
|
| Who is running from the law
|
| Are you blind to the winds of change?
|
| Don’t you hear him anymore?
|
| Saying, «Lord you gotta help me
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| Now I am never gonna sin again
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| Take these chains from around my legs
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| Sweet Jesus I’ll be your friend»
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| Somewhere on the hill?
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| Chasing some poor criminal |