Decent Man

Intro: 
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 He was more than just a decent man, best friend I ever had 
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 When you're shooting at a coffee can, a thirty eight don't kick that bad 
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But it kicks right through my bones every second of every day 
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 Clacking by like cobblestones under broken wheels 

 
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 And if the truth be known, I wasn't doing that well 
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 I wasn't paying attention, I brought it on myself 
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And I blamed it on the gods that seemed to smile on everybody else 
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 I got so inside out, I didn't know what was real 

 
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 My fields are empty now 
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My ground won't take the plow 
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 It's washed down to gravel and stones 
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 It's only good for burying bones 

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 I took the pistol off the wall, somebody hollered, "Put it back 
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 Sit down, dad, before you fall down, you got no earthly use for that" 
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 But I slipped out the kitchen door, saddled up the sway backed mule 
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 Cinched her tight and swung on board, rode off like a drunken fool 

 
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 Rode right on off the world, just like it never mattered none 
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 There wasn't nothing but me and the hurt, and the biting cold, and the heft of that gun 
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In the pocket of a sheepskin coat, moonlight in a madman's eye 
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 For the unfairness of it all, surely something had to die 

 
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 My fields are empty now 
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My ground won't take the plow 
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 It's washed down to gravel and stones 
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 It's only good for burying bones 

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 He came out in the lantern light, his face in the flash was the last I saw 
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 Of the world when it was still right, I didn't watch it fall 
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 I knew I'd hit him good, twice in the chest without a thought 
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 Turned the mule towards the county seat, like I knew I ought 


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 My fields are empty now 
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My ground won't take the plow 
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 It's washed down to gravel and stones 
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 It's only good for burying bones 

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 My fields are empty now 
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My ground won't take the plow 
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 It's washed down to gravel and stones 
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 It's only good for burying bones 

Instrumental 
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Lola comes to visit, just nothing I can say 
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We sit here of an afternoon 'til it's time for her to go away 
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She rides home on that same mule that brought me to this place 
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Don't know how she even stands to look upon her daddy's face 


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 He was more than just a decent man, best friend I ever had 
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 When you're shooting at a coffee can, a thirty eight don't kick that bad 

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