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Come sit down beside me

And a story I’ll tell

‘Bout a boy who once grew up

On the outskirts of hell

Where the women were evil

And those men were all thieves

Guns in their garters

And cards up their sleeves

Chances were taken

Regrets they were few

The streets were his teacher

And he learned what to do

But you don’t trust the women

Oh he learned that one slow

Cause there’s always a woman

Wherever you go

He learned to drink whiskey

And he learned not to cry

Ain’t no use in cryin'

When you’re livin' a lie

And he turned twenty-seven

In some dimly lit bar

While food for his family

Sat out in the car

Now I’m looking back over

This life that I’ve known

Chances I’ve taken

And the seeds I have sown

And the chains that once held me

They’re an old memory

The battle’s all over

I have scars but I’m free

The battle’s all over

I have scars but I’m free

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