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Rube Burrows First Prayer
 
Everyone in Lamar County knew
Rube Burrow would come to some bad end
The sheriff had caught him stealin' chickens
By the time that he was ten

And one day his daddy took a ten dollar bill
And he tucked it in his hand
Said 'I can tell you're headed for trouble son
And your mama wouldn't understand.'

He took that money and his brothers old bay
And he left without a word of thanks
Fell in with a crowd in some border town
And took to robbing trains and banks

Outside the law your luck will run out fast
And a few years came and went
Untill he's trapped in an alley in Linden
With all but four shells spent

And he realized praying was the only thing
That he had never tried
He wasn't sure he knew quite how
But he looked up to the sky

'You don't owe me nothing, as far as I know
Lord, I don't owe nothing to you.'
'I ain't asking for a miracle Lord
Just a little bit of luck will do.'

'And you know I ain't never prayed before
But it always seemed to me.'
'If praying is the same as begging Lord
I don't take no charity.'

'Right now Lord with my back to the wall
I just can't help but recall.'
'They nearly hung me for stealing a horse
In Fort Smith Arkansas.'

'Judge Parker said guilty
And the gavel came down
Just like a cannon shot
I went away without a sound
And I began to file and plot.'

'Well, they sent ginger snaps down to my cell
Hidden inside the bag was a gun and shells.'
He told me 'the Lord will be your only hope
When you hit the end of Parker's rope.'

'I guess he could of kept on talking all year
But he turned his back on me.'
'I put my hidden pistol to that jailor's head
And asked the deputy for the key.'

'Well it ain't the first close call I ever had
As I'm sure you already know.'
'I had some help from you oh Lord
But it's been strictly touch and go.'

'But who in the hell am I talking to
They ain't no one here but me.'

And then he cocked his pistols
And he walked out into the street

By mikemezz

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