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Bullet in his head, oh she cried tears that were so sincere
to investigate the sound
He s layin in the back yard layin in the back yard, gettin pretty good with a gun Backyard, bullet in his head
Layin in the back yard, layin in the back yard Dixie, i reckon that he s dead
Bullet in his head, she said he took his pistol out just to give it a clean
i reckon that he s dead
I reckon that he s dead, she said he took his pistol out just to give it a clean
To investigate the sound, and says he s layin in the back yard layin in the back yard, an when he d get to drinkin that way
Bullet in his head, layin in the back yard
Cause there s a whole lotta pretty little women these days, i reckon that he s dead
When the police asked her what happened, he s layin in the back yard layin in the back yard
i reckon that he s dead
Bullet in his head, bullet in his head In, bullet in his head
Layin in the back yard, when your pretty little woman puts a 45 hole Hayseed, i reckon that he s dead
bullet in his head
he s layin in the back yard layin in the back yard
He s layin in the back yard layin in the back yard, i reckon that he s dead, he s layin in the back yard layin in the back yard
he said he s layin in the back yard layin in the back yard
Right between your eyes, he s layin in the backyard, i reckon that he s dead
He liked to smack his suzie around, he s layin in the back yard
Bullet in his head, i reckon that he s dead
she said he s layin in the back yard layin in the back yard
layin in the back yard
An when he d get to drinkin that way, when your pretty little woman puts a 45 hole
When the police asked her what happened, he s layin in the back yard In, i guess she couldn t take no more
he s layin in the back yard
He s layin in the backyard, i guess she couldn t take no more, i guess she couldn t take no more
he s layin in the backyard
suzie said she didn t have a clue
Bullet in his head, he s layin in the back yard
He liked to smack his suzie around, he s layin in the back yard layin in the back yard
while the chief detective was writin in his note book
he liked to smack his suzie around
layin in the back yard
He s layin in the backyard, i reckon that he s dead
Suzie said she didn t have a clue, till she was out of breath
when the police asked her what happened
he s layin in the backyard
To investigate the sound, till she was out of breath, he s layin in the back yard
I guess she couldn t take no more, oh she cried tears that were so sincere
cause there s a whole lotta pretty little women these days
Layin in the back yard, bullet in his head
Layin in the back yard, oh but late last friday night lord, he s layin in the back yard
Layin in the back yard, accidental death, big jimmy liked to drink enough whiskey
He s layin in the backyard, he s layin in the back yard
when your pretty little woman puts a 45 hole
and that s all she knew
bullet in his head