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South Bound Train
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Wretched slugs
Don't any of you have the guts to play for blood?
I'm your huckleberry
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Many of men have gone astray
With hearts of ice and hell to pay
Ya, I'll tell you all tale that will make you shed a tear or two
Bobby McGee was twice his age
He'd sit and stare at the life he wasted
On a cheap motel, a couple empty bottles of booze
He failed to see his sweet young wife
A few good children, brand new to life
Ya, Jimmy didn't like the way Bobby beat his mom to her knees
Then one night, Jimmy stayed out late
He had a bottle of Shine and a hot .38, made up his mind
That he was gonna send Bobby to Hell
On a south bound train
Where the dead men play
See him riding on flames
In an unmarked grave
Ol' JD just turned 25
He found a cold sweetheart with dark brown eyes
Ya, Daddy didn't like her, but he said, "I'm gonna buy her a ring"
Late one night, to the bar he walks
A fifth of Jim Beam, a little pissed off
See his lover wasn't anywhere his cold lonely eyes could find
Standing there with his hands through her hair
A rambling man and the girl who didn't care
The one who gave his heart fell apart as the thunder roared
I reached down with trembling knees
And grabbed a chrome .45 hanging under my sleeve
Shot the poor, cold bastard before the Lord gave him something to say
This young miss ran up to me
Beggin' for mercy, with tears down her cheeks
So I blew the bitch a lead kiss
And sent her ass right back to Hell
On a south bound train
Where the dead men play
See 'em riding on flames
Ya, I took her breath away
Whatever happened, did he make it out alive?
Ya, some say his heart stopped back in July
Cheating a couple rednecks, playing cards back in the woods
But if you're listening to this song, then you know it's true
That the outlaw's here looking back at you
Waiting for the Devil to come along and pick up his debt
I'll be gone with the wind
Never see me again
See me riding on flames
On a south bound train
Come and visit at the grave
Where the dead men play
Oh no, no, fuck!
"Play for Blood", remember?
I was just foolin' about
I wasn't
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