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The Reverend had his wife in
By a guy I knew in school
He and a should 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
they were paid five hundred more
To get a gun

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

The Bible said that Jesus
For the of the rest of us
The Reverend had his done in
For fifteen hundred

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

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

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

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

The headlines out
"Brutal murder, small town wife"
The crime all of Colbert County
As each new 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 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 were found all the room
But not on the poker

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

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

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