Full title: "When Home is a Rocking Chair on an Arizona Front Porch"
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Lyrics
I am not sorry that I did it.
I am just sorry I got caught.
Like the lonely, wounded sherriff,
I hate the bullet, not the fact that I got shot.
I am sorry that you found out.
I am sorry you found out so soon.
I am sure, if you look into the skies,
There won't be no stars, there won't be no moon.
I am the one who showed them to you.
I am the one who gave them names.
You can run to whereever you want to go,
But remember from where you came.
From where you used to look,
There was a storm on the horizon,
Always rising,
Like your suspicious, guilty eyebrow.
Do you hate me now,
Now that you've seen me
In the limelight
Without my nicotine?
Are you aware
I wasn't there
To follow the beauty
Of the devil?
And, many other men will crumble,
Just like the lonely, wounded sherriff.
So hate the bullet,
Not the fact that you were shot.
Don't fear me for what you've forgot
In sixty years.