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Gas station on a Christmas moon shot my rifle in the ladies room broke the sink and i cracked the mirror kiss the deputy 'til he disapear. now I walk on the county farm shootin' the man that done me harm leftovers of boiled wine man i'm thinking of that woman of mine but she can't make my bail throws my letters in the garbage pail puts my love on the window sill last meal and i'm over the hill the judge put me in the drench brochures and a wanted bench nail fevers in my cell and my dreams went over well past times of the funeral night insects dancin' round the light heart pain on the asphalt sky burn feathers when i'm outta lies