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I'm goin' down to the police station
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Just gonna turn myself in
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For all the bad things I've been doin'
G
Maybe I won't do 'em again
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Seven old dogs in the backyard
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Six cat gut strings on an old guitar
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Three days straight I've been puttin'
G C
Everything I own in a mason jar
I went down to the Mobile Depot
Wanted to see Mr. Garfield's train
All I saw was people crying
Creosote smoke and fallin' rain
Seven last words to the faithful
Six shades of gray on a piece of wood
Three days straight I've been sinkin'
I ain't been doin' what I should
I went down to see the fortune teller
Was gonna get my future read
She looked at my hand, she said it's bad
Crossed her eyes and fell back dead
Seven miles as the crow flies
Six blackbirds that fly somewhere
Three days straight I've been thirsty
It's gettin' to where I don't care
So I've been standin' in muddy water
Waitin' for the sun to shine
I ain't been doin' what I oughta
Crystal ball don't sympathize
Seven times seven is forty-nine
Six times nine is fifty-four
Three days straight I've been thinkin'
Well I ain't gonna do that no more
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