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[00:07.14]Oh, he listens to the countdown, every Sunday morning
[00:13.47]From a cold solitary prison cell
[00:18.71]And the music from his radio is like freedom down a dirt toad
[00:27.41]Makes that eight by ten a brighter hill
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[00:33.72]Before he started doing all the hard time that he's doing
[00:41.14]He was singing in them honky-tonks and dives
[00:46.51]He dreamed of being somebody, now he's number 37405
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[01:02.45]Well she used to come and see him, every other weekend
[01:09.26]And bring him all the news from way back home
[01:14.50]It's been two birthdays since he's kissed her,
[01:19.71]Five seconds since he's missed her
[01:22.87]Now the perfume on those letters ain't that strong
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[01:30.19]He's got too much time to think about the night he had too much to drink
[01:37.44]And all his buddies, they begged him not to drive
[01:42.07]Mr. Life of the Party, he's now number 37405
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[02:19.71]Old judge on the bench said, "Son, your crime's got consequences."
[02:25.09]It's what he told him, fifteen years ago
[02:30.30]He took a life and that's a fact, he'd give his own to give it back
[02:38.88]Today's the day he finally gets parole
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[02:45.76]He turns in them prison clothes, and stands there at the forkin' road
[02:54.09]And mama prays and waits while he decides
[02:58.42]And the angels close their eyes...
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[03:08.50]Listens to the birds sing on a perfect autumn morning
[03:13.92]Just down the road, rings an old church bell
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