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Heaven wasn't meant for men like me
Heaven wasn't meant for men like me
You can follow in my footsteps, you won't find no golden streets
Heaven wasn't meant for men like me

I'm thirty two years old and bound to die
I'm thirty two years old and bound to die
There's thirteen coils around the loop through which my neck is tied
I'm thirty two years old and bound to die

There's teardrops falling on the witness stand
There's teardrops falling ont he witness stand
And a widowed bride recalling how I shot her loving man
There's teardrops falling ont he witness stand

Cause I shot a man to take for me his wife
I shot a man to take for me his wife
He was coughing blood and praying God above to save his life
I shot a man to take for me his wife

I heard the people cheering when I fell
I heard the people cheering when I fell
I screamed and kicked my feet against the burning flames of hell
I heard the people cheering when I fell

Cause Heaven wasn't meant for men like me
No, Heaven wasn't meant for men like me
You can follow in my footsteps, you won't find no golden streets
Heaven wasn't meant for men like me

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Charlie Stout Lubbock, Texas

A native of West Virginia, now a resident of West Texas, Charlie Stout draws on experience as a photographer and filmmaker to write cinematic lyrics of life and death on the New American Frontier.

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