| When they carried you into the parlor
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| Your wounds were the worst I’d seen
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| Cold as snow as your body trembled
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| Cradled in the arms of morphine.
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| All the kinfolk cried out loud
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| «Good Shepherd save this man»
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| But you whispered with icy breath
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| «It is not in His hands,"and you said.
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| «Heaven ain’t ready for me yet,"and you looked at me Give me your heart and take a bet,"and you held my hand
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| Now I’ve seen your face, now that we’ve met
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| I shall not slip away.»
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| Mama said to me, «Daughter
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| You must nurse your cousin well.»
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| So I cared for you through days and nights
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| But your fever I did not quell.
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| For weeks I watched you suffer pain
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| That no laudanum could ease
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| All I had left to do is pray
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| «Lord have mercy on him please.», and you said.
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| «Heaven ain’t ready for me yet,"and you looked at me Give me your heart and take a bet,"and you held my hand
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| Now I’ve seen your face, now that we’ve met
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| I shall not slip away.»
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| Now winter’s lights has cooled the air
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| At last your strength’s returned
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| You talk to me of the life you spent
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| And of the life you’ve earned.
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| You’ll waste no time on vengeance
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| You’ve no wish to fight again
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| To find peace, you say, «In God we trust
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| But little faith in Man.»
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| Heaven aint' ready for you yet, Jesse
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| I’ll give you my heart, I’ll take a bet, Jesse
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| Now I’ve seen your face, now that we’ve met
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| I shall not slip away… |