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I want your money but your money ain't right
So I'm packing it in, I stay at home every night
And our place, it cleared out, bad luck had fallen
And no one came knocking, no one came callin'

When things got real bad, oh, people got scared
Well, I got worried, we took what we could get
And all you fair weather watchers, watch out and beware
When your trouble comes knocking, I hope you ain't there

[Chorus]
With a sword in a bag in my trunk
I keep my eyes and my mind on the road
Cause it's a hard hearted hearing
Every handshake grinning toll
When your grave disaster falls

Out of the purple woods from a season in hell
Of the human dawn, there was nothing left
But you pulled me out from beneath the wheel
With a cry in the name, we began to heal

And then things got real bad, oh, people got scared
Well, I got worried but we took what we could get
And all you fair weather watchers, watch out and beware
When your trouble comes knocking, I hope you ain't there

[Chorus]

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