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The Reverend had his wife in
By a guy I knew in high
He and a friend 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,
sure that she is dead"

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

The guy I knew had a knife
"Why with a gun?
still be dead, why sweat details
As long as it done"

The Bible said that Jesus
For the of the rest of us
The had his wife done in
For hundred bucks

They knocked the door
their car broke down
And asked if they could use the
For a back into town

They her several times
And left her for dead
Bleeding and out
And for breath
And they out the very next night
And bragged it

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

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

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

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

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

is cheap for a couple of creeps
But here is the smoker
Their prints were found all the room
But not on the fireplace

The preacher's son brought his home
And him inside
Shots rang out in the night
Was he alone when he

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

The Reverend had his done in
By a guy I knew in school
He and a should do her in
And make it like a robbery