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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