On the night they killed Faye Tucker I was gambling away my last dime Well I pulled down the lever And I sent up a prayer That my luck would not be denied
My luck would not be denied
Roll out the head of Faye Tucker And never you mind what they say You may be reborn but its all just for scorn And that's what you'll take to the grave That's what you'll take to the grave
Well the minister wants you to live now And the governor wants you to fry And whatever it was that you thought might occur They got something else in their minds
The got something else in their minds
If you live they gonna make you a campaigner If you die they gonna make you a grave Either way it goes down Well your life's not your own
And that's why killin' don't pay That's why killin' don't pay
I thought I heard the angel's bells But they were just the hounds of hell
What did you learn Faye Tucker What will take from this world
Well mercy could prove us But nothing would move us
To rise above just being cruel To rise above just being cruel
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