Call the dogs off Mama, if you could please douse the lights
I got some people hunting me, too tired to fight
Could I stay her a night or two, at least until my guns get cold
I feel a storm brewin' up, wash my tracks right off the road
There's no need to wake up Papa, I'll just bed down out in the barn
I know I ain't been nothin' but trouble, just the way I was born
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But Mama I ain't no Jesse James, I ain't no Billy the Kid
Hope you understand I had to do all them things I did
Heard the preacher got struck by lighnin', now ain't that a hell of a note
If I could have laid my hands on a pencil and paper, I swear to God I'd wrote
Is it true what they say about Nellie, marryin' the Baldwin boy
Good for him, bad for me, you know she was my pride and joy
See Mama there comes a time in everyman's life, sees he's been surrounded
Even if he fights his way free, forever he'll be hounded
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Mama don't worry about that blood on my shirt, it looks alot worse than it feels
Truth is, it's just a flesh wound, and thems the kind that heals
Mama, wish we could talk all night, set on the porch and watch the sun rise
Been along way in a very short time, better close my eyes
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