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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 it look like a robbery

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

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

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

The Bible said Jesus bled
For the sins of the of us
The Reverend had his wife in
For hundred bucks

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

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

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

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

The screamed out
"Brutal murder, small town wife"
The crime all of Colbert County
As each new fact came to

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

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

Life is cheap for a couple of
But this is the smoker
Their prints were found all the room
But not on the poker

The son brought his father home
And followed him
Shots rang out in the Tuscumbia
Was he alone when he

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