| Everyone in Nacogdoches knew Tom Ames would come to some bad end
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| Well the sheriff had cought him stealin' chickens and such
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| By the time that he was ten
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| And one day his daddy took a ten dollar bill
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| And he tucked it in his hand
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| He said I can tell you’re headed for trouble son
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| And your momma wouldn’t understand
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| So he took that money and his brothers old bay
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| And he left without a word of thanks
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| Fell in with a crowd in some border town
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| And took to robbin' banks
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| Outside the law your luck will run out fast
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| And a few years came and went
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| 'Till he’s trapped in an alley in Abilene
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| With all but four shells spent
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| And he realized prayin' was the only thing
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| That he hadn’t ever tried
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| Well he wasn’t sure he knew quite how
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| But he looked up to the sky
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| Said you don’t owe me nothin' and as far as I know
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| Lord don’t owe nothin' to you
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| And I ain’t askin' for a miracle Lord
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| Just a little bit of luck will do
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| And you know I ain’t never prayed before
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| But it always seemed to me
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| If prayin' is the same as beggin' Lord
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| I don’t take no charity
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| Yeah but right now Lord with my back to the wall
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| Can’t help but recall
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| How they nearly hung me for stealin' a horse
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| In Fort Smith, Arkansas
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| Judge Parker said guilty and the gavel came down
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| Just like a cannon shot
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| And I went away quietly
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| And I began to file and plot
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| Well they sent the preacher down to my cell
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| He said the Lord is your only hope
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| He’s the only friend that you gonna have
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| When you hit the end of Parker’s rope
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| Well I guess he coulda' kept on preachin' 'till Christmas
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| But he turned his back on me
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| I put a home made blade to that golden throat
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| And asked the deputy for the key
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| Well it ain’t the first close call I ever had
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| I’m sure you already know
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| I had some help from you Lord and the devil himself
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| It’s been strictly touch and go
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| Yeah but who in the hell am I talkin' to?
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| There ain’t no one here but me
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| Then he cocked both his pistols and he spit in the dirt
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| And he walked out in the street |