Bruce Springsteen

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            A               D
I saw her standin' on her front lawn
       A             D
Just twirlin' her baton
        G              D
Me and her went for a ride sir
     A                   D
And ten innocent people died

From the town of Lincoln, Nebraska
With a sawed-off .410 on my lap
Through the badlands of Wyoming
I killed everything in my path

I can't say that I'm sorry
For the things that we done
At least for a little while, sir
Me and her, we had us some fun

Now, the jury brought in a guilty verdict
And the judge, he sentenced me to death
Midnight in a prison storeroom
With leather straps across my chest

Sheriff, when the man pulls that switch, sir
And snaps my poor head back
You make sure my pretty baby
Is sittin' right there on my lap

They declared me unfit to live
Said into that great void my soul'd be hurled
They want to know why I did what I did
Well, sir, I guess there's just
a meanness in this world