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Lots of days there’s no water, but the liquor kept me warm. The cellars were stocked to the ceiling with booze, so I carried a bottle with my gun.
The preacher said; “Boys, he who is killed tonight will dine with the lord in paradise.” One boy spoke up, said “Preacher come on, eat your supper with us.”
I’d be no guest at the table of the lord, his food was not to be mine. ‘Cause I cursed his name every chance that I could, and I reckon that’s why I’m still alive.
The preacher said; “Boys, he who is killed tonight will dine with the lord in paradise.” One boy spoke up, said “Preacher come on, eat your supper with us.”
I’d be no guest at the table of the lord, his food was not to be mine. ‘Cause I cursed his name every chance that I could, and I reckon that’s why I’m still alive.