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He was born iDn the big iron city
FDeep in the heart of GDixie yes he was Dnow
Raised on the Good Book F
Taught to take a Ggood look at what?s Dgoin? on C
His daddy was a GBirmingham Dlawman
A Cservant of the Gpeople through and Athrough
They say Dblood is thicker than water C
So the boy got a Gbadge and a suit of Dblue.
He was Glong on Southern DJustice
Practiced his Glaw out on the Astreet
Drew the Gline for the Dcriminal mind to Gsee F
Dedicated to Gkeep God?s children Dfree.
There are Dtwo sides to every big city F
And he walked on the Gone that wasn?t Dpretty
A solitary rangerF
He had to deal with the Gdanger round Devery turnC
Every day was a Gtightrope of deDcision C
Between a forty-Gfour and a heart of Agold
Some of thoseD hard case confrontations C
Would cut him like a Gswitch-blade to his Dsoul.
GDGA
Late one Dnight down on Crack Street Alley F
He walked up on a Gbad deal goin? Ddown
He knew what he?d done F
When he saw that shotGgun Dswing around C
He drew then Gfroze in hesiDtation C
When he saw that Gfourteen year old Aface
Then the Dfire from that shotgun barrel C
Blew all his Gburdens Daway
GOh blew his Cburdens Daway.
CDedicated to Gkeep God?s children Dfree F
Oh GLord to keep them Dfree F G
Got to keep em Dfree.
FGD
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