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

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

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

The guy I had a hunting knife
"Why bother with a
She'll still be dead, why sweat
As as it gets done"

The Bible said that bled
For the sins of the of us
The had his wife done in
For fifteen hundred

They knocked upon the
Said car broke down
And if they could use the phone
For a ride back into

They stabbed her times
And left her there for
Bleeding and out
And for breath
And went out the very next night
And bragged it

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

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

The screamed out
"Brutal murder, small preacher's wife"
The crime rocked all of Colbert
As each new fact to light

It the preacher had a girl
He on the side
Now the was coming down
And she was to lie

The preacher home from the funeral
And policemen waiting
The heathens, it seems, got up and drunk
And did a lot of

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

The preacher's son his father home
And followed him
Shots out in the Tuscumbia night
Was he alone when he

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

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