Slaughterhouse Road

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There's blood across the bayou
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Down in Mississippi
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Where they been killin' since the Civil War
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Over money, land, and whiskey
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But don't go ask about it
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People don't take kind
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To you diggin' up those skeletons
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You leave 'em where they lie
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Was it pills or alcohol?
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Meth or devil's cane?
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Or did he catch a whiff of somethin'
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That would send him to his grave?
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Or did he have a death wish?
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Was his heart too weak?
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They found him lyin' face-down
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Floatin' in the creek

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Preacher's dead on Slaughterhouse Road
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Who did him in,   nobody knows
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His body's cold on Slaughterhouse Road
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Well some say he was a straight shot
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Kept his own nose clean
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Some say he was a man of God
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You won't hear that from me
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Well I know he had a Bible church
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On Highway 28
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But laying hands and praying loud
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Don't mean that you is saved
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Oh it says in Revelation
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That idolators and liars
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Will come to meet their second death
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In a lake of burnin' fire

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Preacher's dead on Slaughterhouse Road
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Who did him in,   nobody knows
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His body's cold on Slaughterhouse Road

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Well, we was highschool sweethearts
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Married twenty years
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Sometimes you don't see right away
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What time will soon make clear
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Well, he had a taste for younger girls
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Sleepin' around with trash
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I found lipstick on his collared shirt
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And somethin' in me snapped
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Well they came around to question me
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Two good ol' country cops
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Then tipped their hats, said "Thank you ma'am
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"So sorry for your loss"
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And it looked just like an accident
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Final cause of death
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Not Miller Lite with cyanide
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Just cardiac arrest
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Not Miller Lite with cyanide
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Just cardiac arrest

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Preacher's dead on Slaughterhouse Road
            Dm  E7        Am
Who did him in,   nobody knows
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His body's cold on Slaughterhouse Road
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Who did him in, God only knows

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