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I sent my letter, to tell you how I felt You went crazy, ripped it up and wept You headed south for something you believe Left me with the bag, all alone to bleed I've been had more times than I care to share Something tells me you got them there law doggies on your trail You won't do time you gotta reap what you sow You can't mend your fences leave the bodies below Well the hangmans comin', the devils comin' too Everybodies gunnin' their gunnin' for you I'm a hard headed woman, this I can't deny I though I could tame, that there devil you got inside You've got a hunger that burns in your eyes You ride that evil with a foolish sense of pride The hangmans comin' the devils comin' too Everybodies gunnin' their gunnin' for you The preacher wants you hanging, he knows you had his wife You'd better keep runnin' better run for your life
Writer(s): Angel Gareth Forrest, Denis Coulombe Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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