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I was born in Wallace Spur Cold River
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Town. My father wore faith like a
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merchants's crown. They gave me books,
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but I turned from the page. Took to
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drinking in the road at an early age.
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At 19, I married with my father soul
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gone. I kept a tavern till the money ran
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wrong. Then my brother got locked up for
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a crime he denied. So we scaled the jail
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wall with the fire and eyes. An old
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woman gave me keys through the fear in
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her breath. I held gold in my hands, but
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I gave it back. Yet still I ran with the
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law on my heels in the night. That was
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the start of the long losing fight.
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And I've run from the gallows. Run from
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the flame. Traded shame for silver and
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faces for names. Now the cold wind is
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whispering my soul to confess. I was
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damned long before I was dressed.
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I was damned long before I was dressed.
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I rode from Buro to the edge of the
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pines with mallet and ladder and
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counterfeit DS. We broke locks. We stole
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horses. We pass paper lies. Woke the
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night with our sins and our alibis.
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In fawn rivers, dark through the snow
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covered mud. We move stolen goods and we
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traded in blood. Our past watches and
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coins that were never quite real.
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Learned a man's worth is less than the
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weight he can steal. Here, mother, take
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your gold. I don't want it, I said. But
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the world never forgot where my
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footsteps had bled. And they came in the
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dark, not a jury in sight. With their
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ropes in their wrath on that bitter
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and I've run from the gallows, run from
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the flame. Traded shame for silver and
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faces for names. Now the cold wind is
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whispering my soul to confess. I was
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damn long before I was dressed.
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I was damn long before I was dressed.
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They'll say I was a monster, a ghost in
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a grin, but the line between man and the
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devil is thin. I held the rain. Yes, I
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knew what I'd done. Still, I wonder if
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justice was ever begun.
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I've run from the gallows, run from the
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flame, but no one outruns the weight of
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their name. Now the rope swings gentle
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neath the cold winter sky. Say a prayer
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for the lost. Let the guilty man cry.
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Say a prayer for the lost.
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Let the guilty man cry.
