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Gallows Bird


Again on the run tell my father he has lost a son All is said and done killed a man with a gun cold blood under desert sun Mother don't you cry I'll find my peace when i die when you find me, take my body home Gallows on a hill waiting for my time to stand still preacher blessing sin upon a sin
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