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Sylvie gonna bring a little water Baby's gonna cry until he's fed And the fire's gonna burn down to nothing Poor folk gonna scrap for a piece of bread And the preacher's gonna preach from the Bible Devil's gonna laugh at what he said Gambler gonna lay down his last gold dollar Shadow's gonna creep from the farmer's shed And the lawman Lawman Lawman gonna kill my honey dead Now the ground's gonna freeze when fall is over Fever gonna burn in a big brass bed The big iron gonna rust, everything's dust to dust Lawman gonna kill my honey dead Yeah the lawman Lawman Lawman gonna kill my honey dead From Letras Mania