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james
a song about a buddy of mine
well this is the story of one james earl ray born and raised massachusetts, usa and at 17 he struck his father to his knees oh james, where are you goin? with that gun in your hand? oh james, itll be all right, i know your a better man than i with a soft smile his mother said its all right james, ill take care of it ill dispose of the body ill make sure the cops know nothing oh james, what are you doin? kickin that old man from his horse oh james, itll be alright i swear ive seen worse crimes and with twentey dollars, an old pocket knife, of course his revolver james set out at the dead of night im gunna change ma, i swear ill be better oh james, what have you done? makin promises you cant surely keep oh james, it might not be alright i think the sheriff can see your mothers lies well by this time you see james he has been on the road for some six months or so hes hungry, hes tired, hes never been this poor but hes got a plan, james' headin down to mexico oh james, is this goodbye? theyve blockaded the boarder, they got your picture oh james, it will be alright just gotta live your life night by night oh james, oh james, put your head up on your shoulders stand straight, stand straight, your gunna be free some day Last edited by chud123 : 11-11-2012 at 06:06 PM. |
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