Cifra de Death Row All-Stars - Chuck Brodsky
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[Intro/Between verses]
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[Verse 1]
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Where the Rockies meet the Plains
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Towns rose up to meet the trains
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Frontier justice handed down
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Rawlins was that kind of town
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They’d hang somebody now & then
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Make some shoes out of their skin
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Put them up there on display
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Reminding folks crime didn’t pay
[Verse 2]
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Wyoming built a state pen here
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For the worst of men to spend their years
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Tom Horn had been the last to hang
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Before the shortstop Joseph Seng
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Now all my teammates, one by one
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And each of us a mother’s son
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Will follow to the gallows pole
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Lord have mercy on my soul
[Verse 3]
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The day that Warden Allston came
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He hung a picture he had framed
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Of Connie Mack, his eyes ablaze
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Sitting with his World Champ A’s
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He ordered balls & bats & gloves
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To form a prison baseball club
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Teams from all across the west
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Would testify we were the best
[Verse 4]
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Practice in the prison yard
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Concrete diamond, pocked and scarred
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I only lived to crush that ball
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Somewhere far beyond the walls
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To places I won’t ever see
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Go on ball, you go for me
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Give those lawmen all the drop
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Keep on rolling, never stop
[Verse 5]
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On game days homemade banners hung
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The streets were full, the bells were rung
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The Carbon County Volunteer Band
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Played for people in the stands
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Dark blue flannels trimmed with white
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They fit just fine, baggy or tight
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Compared to wearing prison blues
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They kept us off the working crews
[Verse 6]
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1911, 1912
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Trophies on the warden’s shelf
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We went 39 & 6
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Against a clock that always ticks
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The warden bet on us to win
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So did the judge, the two were friends
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Our executions would be stayed
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Depending on how well we played
[Verse 7]
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Yesterday I struck out twice
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Lay all night on a bed of ice
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The warden called me in this morn
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Asked me for my uniform
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Offered me a cigarette
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Told me that my date’s been set
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Tomorrow, should the sun still rise
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I would be the most surprised
[Verse 8]
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This here 5 x 7 cell
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At the old Crossbar Hotel
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I’ll leave things just the way they are
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The photographs, the baseball cards
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Whoever has to take them down
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There’s one of me out on the mound
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Send it to my Mama, please
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And say I died from some disease
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