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Now Henry slapped his mules as he set 'em free to graze

Took the rag out of his pocket and he wiped the sweat away

He glanced back toward the house, saw his daughter dressed in white

Hangin' laundry on the line that ran alongside the pen

Three sheets to the wind

Now the year was '71, Kansas was alive

Reconstruction was the order for those who would abide

But Henry was a black man, there were those where he went

Who weren't afraid to tell him what that proclamation meant to them

Three sheets to the wind

Beware of the shadows that fall before the dawn

Don't ever trust a man 'less you know where he comes from

Many are the ladies who can recall the name

Of a fool that lost his life over things he could not change

Now Billy poured a drink, and he stared down at his cards

The night was getting late, and his thoughts were growing dark

He said "Boys, I think its time we made our presence known

"Let's take a little ride, see if good old Henry's home," and he grinned

Three sheets to the wind

They met behind the barn over at Billy's place

Billy had a rope and a hood to cover his face

And the creaking of the leather, and the hooves against the ground

Was all that could be heard as they made their way around the bend

Three sheets to the wind

Billy's wife had a feeling that led her to the sheriff's door

She had tears in her eyes and trouble to report

She saw Billy's horse that morning still saddled by the gate

The last she heard of Billy, he was out drinking late with friends

Three sheets to the wind

Well the barkeep tipped the sheriff about Billy and his plans

Sheriff lit out for Henry's to see what became of him

But Henry had slipped away and all he'd left there at the scene

Was three bodies swayin' to the ropes tied beneath their chins

Three sheets to the wind

Agora Henry bateu nos burros enquanto os soltava pra pastar

Tirou um pano do bolso e enxugou o suor do rosto

Deu uma olhada pra casa, viu a filha vestida de branco

Pendurar roupa na corda que ficava ao lado do curral

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Agora era '71, Kansas estava vivo

A reconstrução era a ordem para quem quisesse ficar

Mas Henry era um homem negro, e onde quer que fosse

Havia quem não tivesse medo de dizer o que aquela proclamação significava pra eles

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Cuidado com as sombras que caem antes do amanhecer

Nunca confie em um homem a menos que saiba de onde ele vem

Muitas são as mulheres que podem lembrar o nome

De um idiota que perdeu a vida por coisas que não podia mudar

Agora Billy serviu uma bebida e olhou para suas cartas

A noite estava avançando e seus pensamentos escurecendo

Ele disse: "Rapazes, acho que é hora de mostrarmos que estamos aqui

"Vamos dar uma volta, ver se o bom e velho Henry está em casa," e ele sorriu

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Eles se encontraram atrás do celeiro na casa do Billy

Billy tinha uma corda e um capuz pra cobrir o rosto

E o rangido do couro, e os cascos no chão

Era tudo que se podia ouvir enquanto se aproximavam da curva

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A esposa do Billy teve um pressentimento que a levou até a porta do xerife

Ela tinha lágrimas nos olhos e problemas pra relatar

Ela viu o cavalo do Billy naquela manhã ainda selado perto do portão

A última vez que ouviu do Billy, ele estava bebendo até tarde com os amigos

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Bem, o bartender avisou o xerife sobre Billy e seus planos

O xerife saiu correndo pra ver o que tinha acontecido com ele

Mas Henry tinha escapado e tudo que deixou na cena

Foram três corpos balançando nas cordas amarradas sob seus queixos

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