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Seventeen years and never knew her father,
Brought up by an Uncle 'cuz her mother was a drunk,
Forced to work the mine, cutting coal and stacking timber,
And for the best part of the winter she'd never see the sun.

Six days since war broke out across the border,
Dancing in the street when they saw the soldiers come.
They looked so fine in those uniforms with the brass buttons
Polishing their muskets, rattling their drums.

Three minutes of heavy-handed groping,
She'd hardly call it pleasure and she'd hardly call it fun,
But when the deed was over she almost felt like she was wanted,
Blissfully unaware that she's just conceived a son.

Nine months of nausea and heartache,
Her soldier never wrote and her soldier never came,
Turned out by her family and abandonded by her friends,
Though to hold that baby in her arms was more than worth the pain.

Seventeen years and never knew his father,
His mother slowly dying from the coal dust in her lungs,
Begging on the street, getting colder getting thinner,
And he will not last the Winter lest he takes in with a gun.

Six days since they carried out the robbery,
And left a copper drowning in a pool of his own blood.
They tracked him to a barn where he was clutchin at a rosary,
He was praying for forgiveness and crying for his mum.

Three minutes and the jury had decided
That he was just as guilty though he'd never fired the gun.
Yeah they said he was a killer, though he'd never pulled the trigger
And then left it to the judge to see that justice would be done.

Nine months till they carry out the sentence,
The judge shows no emotion as the prisoner is hung,
Blissfully unaware as he sinks into his pillow
That the child he's sent a-swinging from the gallows was his son.

How can we find, find what what need?
And where shall we go, and when do we leave?
What price ghsould we pay, and is the price a fair one?
Or should we just lay down and die?

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from A Dying Man Can Sure Sing The Blues, released May 13, 2013
Lyrics and music by James R Closs. Performed by Muleskinner Jones.

Drums by Tim York.

Background vocals by the Nota Bene singers.

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