The courtroom was crowded the judge waited there
My mother was
Well a hundred years from now I won't be crying
My latest sun is sinking fast my race is nearly
Clyde Barrow told Bonnie Parker hon we're broke now so
Now everybody calls me Bo I got no money but
I wonder if I'll ever forget you
And if our love
Come and listen to a story 'bout a man named
I remember the times when the devil himself packed a
I thought I'd seen pretty girls in my time
That
Well, I had the blues
But now they?re gone
I?m on a
Can't you hear the whistle of my big spike hammer
Lord
The answer my friend is blowing in the wind
How many
There's a well beaten path in the old mountainside
Where I
Come through ol' Nashville come through a flyin'
Studded bout my
When it's decoration day up in Heaven
There's a bouquet I'm
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