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Lyrics
Well the call came in at 1 am to Sheriff Joe Lynn
There’s trouble at your sister’s house, and I’m sure it’s him again
He found her on the bedroom floor
Bleeding with a busted chin
That’ll be the last time that son of a bitch is three sheets to the wind
Well Joe called his deputy, his younger brother Bill
Said meet be by the railroad tracks behind old Copper Hill
If God won’t kill this man, then damn I will
It’s an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth
There ain’t enough excuses to chase the 90 proof
Tonight I’m not the long arm of the law, I’m next of kin
And that’ll be the last time that son of a bitch is three sheets to the wind
Well the dust blew and the gravel flew, as they sped on down the road
They knew just where to find him at Old Man Sutton’s grove
As the truck rolled to a stop and Joe jumped out
With his gun in his hand
They waded through the shadows by the creek
And they made their plan
It’s an eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth
There ain’t enough excuses to chase the 90 proof
Tonight I’m not the long arm of the law, I’m next of kin
And that’ll be the last time that son of a bitch is three sheets to the wind
As they stepped from the woods, they didn’t make a sound
They were standing right behind him, when the bottle hit the ground
As he cried out, Oh Joe – please don’t do me in
That was the last time that son of a bitch was three sheets to the wind
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