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

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

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

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

The Bible that Jesus bled
For the of the rest of us
The Reverend had his wife in
For hundred bucks

They upon the door
Said their car broke
And asked if they could use the
For a ride back town

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

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

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

The headlines out
"Brutal murder, small preacher's wife"
The rocked all of Colbert County
As new fact came to light

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

The preacher came 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 found all 'round the room
But not on the poker

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

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

The had his wife done in
By a guy I in high school
He and a friend do her in
And it look like a robbery