Tin cup banging on an iron rail
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Two-time loser escaped from jail
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John Law stands at a Police roadblock
Stares at the ground and kicks at a rock
Grips the stock of his black 12-gauge
Takes stock of his life and he fills with rage
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Raindrops trickle down a window pane
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Eyes stare out at the pouring rain
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Priest hands a blanket to a homeless man
Turns away thinks he done all he can
Stares at a rock as he hits the ground
In a puddle of blood, he’s glory bound
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Lights streak past through the rain-soaked night
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Sirens wail as they chase the light
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Glass vibrates as the raindrops dance
Pained eyes search for a second chance
Night cries echo down paint-flecked halls
Night prayers rise as raindrops fall
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copyright 2014 Donald Paul Harris