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letra de 50% murder - reverend glasseye

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[verse]
said the old night rider
when questioned where to stand
“they left ol’ plymouth county
and in him the real [?]
wives with empty pockets
another train station light
and so still folks do [?]
went out [?] on the night
for there was no trial nor hanging
no witness, [?], or woe
no neck[?], no rug burn
not a pound of gallows [?]
[?] forward
with blood upon their hands
stopped briefly for a beer
and then it’s on the train again

the train ain’t moving
this train ain’t moving, yeah
this train ain’t moving, away-yeah-yeah
[?] and through our [?]
[?] the devil’s trail
away, away, away

on the gates of desperate times
we’ll hang the dollar from a wire
and call it friendly gambling
like the broke man to the friar
what seems ol’ colonel custer
[?] know how
start shaking in their cabin
there’s miracles tonight
the abrasions on his wrists
we couldn’t look away
it seems that something’s not right
colonel custer got away
got back in carolina
with 3 beers in his gut
[?] thousand led to several savage cuts
the train ain’t moving
this train ain’t moving, yeah
this train ain’t moving, away-yeah-yeah
[?] and through our [?]
[?] the devil’s trail
away, away, away, yeah

the poor man at the crossroads
with the lion’s [?] eye
and drinks from sacred promises
on a scarlet ribbon night
oh the righteous have no glory
their gospel has no tone
when its [?] shattered senseless
and no ones going home
one night in west virginia
and one night in birmingham
where its hard to be the horror
still to be them
well it’s better to be jesse james
[?] fighting on his [?]
[?] all together like at the old [?]

the train ain’t moving
this train ain’t moving, yeah
this train ain’t moving, away-yeah-yeah
[?] and through our [?]
[?] the devil’s trail
away, away, away
[?] the foul tempter
[?] capturing the flag
laid flat their eyes on sunlight
with their dirty money bag
but no saving may be needed
[?] sunken hole [?]
with a dreamy panorama
about the swinging palace [?]
oh, on this train til sunup
becomes the only resting place
well wrinkles in the wire
with his awful tattooed face
but no tears left unletted
this brickhouse is condemned
and they’re stuck upon the railroad
d-mned to ride the train again

the train ain’t moving
this train ain’t moving, yeah
this train ain’t moving, away-yeah-yeah

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