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The Jury of One (Dark Country Music) - Dark Country Boy
Liberated with my conscience and my 45
Found them guilty now he ain't alive
They call it murder
I call it settling scores
When justice locks the courthouse doors
No jury stood, no bailiff swore
The rules were gone, no trial floor
But stars they judged from up above
And vengeance fit like a hand in a glove
Liberated with my conscience and my 45
Found them guilty now he ain't alive
They call it murder
I call it settling scores
When justice locks the courthouse doors
When justice locks the courthouse doors
Every promise turned to dust
Every memory a silent rust
Tears like acid burned my soul
Lost control, lost all control
No one listened, no one heard
Just the truth, unspoken word
Liberated with my conscience and my 45
Found them guilty now he ain't alive
They call it murder
I call it settling scores
When justice locks the courthouse doors
When justice locks the courthouse doors
They paint me bad, they call me wrong
Sing a lonely, twisted song
But what they sow they didn't know
The seeds of rage began to grow
A quiet storm, a silent fight
Lost in dark, searching light
Liberated with my conscience and my 45
Found them guilty now he ain't alive
They call it murder
I call it settling scores
When justice locks the courthouse doors
When justice locks the courthouse doors
Liberated with my conscience and my 45
Found them guilty now he ain't alive
They call it murder
I call it settling scores
When justice locks the courthouse doors
