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The Reverend had his wife in
By a guy I knew in high
He and a should do her in
And make it look a robbery

"Here's money, son, go buy a gun
And her in the head
No one who dies,
sure that she is dead"

The heathens paid a thousand bucks
To someone
they were paid five hundred more
To get a gun

The guy I knew had a knife
"Why bother a gun?
She'll still be dead, why sweat
As long as it done"

The Bible said Jesus bled
For the of the rest of us
The had his wife done in
For fifteen hundred

They knocked upon the
Said their car down
And asked if they use the phone
For a back into town

stabbed her several times
And left her there for
and crying out
And gasping for
And they out the very next night
And about it

The Reverend came home from
And the Mrs. dying
Life was falling from her
But still she lay trying

No one will ever know what she him
Or what he told her
'Cause the Reverend did his in
Fifteen whacks, poker

The screamed out
"Brutal murder, town preacher's wife"
The crime all of Colbert County
As new fact came to light

It the preacher had a girl
He counseled on the
Now the shit was down
And she was to lie

The preacher came home the funeral
And found policemen
The heathens, it seems, got coked up and
And did a lot of

is cheap for a couple of creeps
But this is the smoker
Their were found all 'round the room
But not on the fireplace

The preacher's son his father home
And him inside
Shots rang out in the Tuscumbia
Was he alone he died?

"Don't the son for questioning
That was deserved
Better it suicide, justice has been served"
Better call it suicide, justice has been

The had his wife done in
By a guy I knew in high
He and a should do her in
And make it look a robbery