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Lizzie

1. Lizzie waits, a giggling child, in an excited sway
They''ve loaded and hitched the wagon,
For the country summer stay
The summer home is a City girl's Camelot
It gets hot in the city. It gets hot.

Abby's in the parlor with Uncle John and Daddy said
He'd put the Swansea farm in Abby's name
And Lizzie saw red
Was the stone that honed the ax that played the plot
It gets hot in the city. It gets hot.

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Gonna take the wagon to the Swansea farm
And spend the day
I got supplies, I got fishing line, I got sinkers
I got a friend of mine
We'll go wading in the Taunton River
Daddy gave her everything she'd need
He went out of his way to give her
He crept into her dreams sometimes in the
Black of night
It gets hot in the city. It gets hot.

2. Revenge would feed a hungry heart that fatal day.
Abby went upstairs to make the guest room bed,
Destined to Pay
With her life for the love that the poor child never got.
It gets hot in the city. It gets hot.
Daddy came home, to her surprise,
A change in plan
Well I got no time for alibis, he's a suspicious man
She took his coat. He took some time to relax.
She kissed his cheek. Then she gave him the ax.

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3. A brutal attack, a maniac, a wild goose chase.
Gave her time to shadow the mess,
Hide the ax, burn the dress,
A poor rich girl who cheated the hangman's knot
It gets hot in the city. It gets hot.

Lizzie died and the mourners came, too late again.
The funeral was held the night before
Under the cover of darkness by black clad men.
Why, again it seems she escaped the heat
She's in an unmarked grave at her father's feet.

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