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I been strangled by these songs But I ain't in the wrong And I ain't impartial no more So as I try to die Sell the blood from my eyes A good they will pay you for I don't mind if you don't mind about me Like sweet Savannah skies I'm too young to die My Carolina kin I'll be home again My sweet mama insists That my innocence has been levied And auctioned for gold But she can't afford this clergy's accord Or at least that's what all her lawyers had told her From Letras Mania