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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 sure she is dead"

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

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

The Bible that Jesus bled
For the of the rest of us
The Reverend had his done in
For fifteen bucks

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

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

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

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

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 counseled on the
Now the was coming down
And she was to lie

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

Life is for a couple of creeps
But here is the smoker
Their prints were 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 alone when he

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

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