Rough light reveals the deeds of the night
she gave me a promissory look
I ain’t the one to blame
she had a cigarette
I saw she was smoking
that’s when I made up my mind
I didn’t do nothing wrong
who will be blamed for this
who will be crucified
who will be made to confess
and put to the fiery hell
go away from my window
I don’t see you no more
I’ve been made guilty
for deeds that we’ve done
laid back country folk can’t understand
what the taste of success really can do to a man

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