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The had his wife done in
By a guy I knew in high
He and a friend do her in
And make it like 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 heathens were a thousand bucks
To someone
Plus they were paid hundred more
To get a gun

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

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

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

They 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 work
And found the Mrs.
Life was falling her grasp
But she lay there trying

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

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

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

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

Life is for a couple of creeps
But here is the smoker
prints were found all 'round the room
But not on the poker

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

"Don't call the son for
bullet 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 in high school
He and a friend do her in
And it look like a robbery