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I saw her standin? on her front lawn
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Just twirlin? her baton
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Me and her went for a ride sir
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And ten innocent people died

>From the town of Lincoln Nebraska
With a sawed of .410 on my lap
Through to the badlands of Wyoming
I killed everything in my path

I can?t say that I?m sorry
For the things that we done
At least for a little while sir
Me and her we
Had us some fun

The jury brought in
A guilty verdict and the
Judge he sentenced me to death
Midnight in a prison storeroom with
Leather straps across my chest

Sheriff when the man pulls that switch sir
And snaps my poor head back
You make sure my pretty baby Is sittin? right there
On my lap

They declared me unfit to live
Said into that great void my soul?d be hurled
They wanted to know why I did what I did
Well sir I guess there?s just a meanness in this world