I don’t want to vote on Tuesday
Vote on Tuesday, vote on Tuesday
I don’t want to vote on Tuesday
For the county judge
Cause I never read the pamphlet
Read the pamphlet, read the pamphlet
I don’t know what
What’s he going to do to me
If I’m busted if I’m free
What’s he going to do to me
When the day is done
I ain’t done no gun slinging
Gun slinging, gun sling
I ain’t hurt anyone
I’m trying to make an honest living
From my hand to mouth I’m eating
Month to month I’m always giving in
I’m giving out
Looking ‘cross the farmers valley
See the future tract home housing
Or those prisons grimly standing
If you done wrong
They’ve got a place for everyone
Where they’ll put you before they’re done
They got a place for everyone
Where they’ll lay you down
So make sure that you’re documented
Licensed and been registrated
All your papers are collated
And your dues are paid
I’m down in a hole
I don’t know where to go
I’m down in a hole
I don’t know where to go
I don’ want to throw a brick
Through their window pain
I don’t want to light the torch
That sets the town aflame
But I know how to hide in canyons
Hide in canyons, hide in canyons
I know how to hide in canyon underneath the scrub
And I know how to shoot a rifle
Shot a rifle, shoot a rifle
I know how to draw blood
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