Little Tom by Johnny Hickman

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Well someone shot the president, on the night that I was born
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I wasn't born to poverty or wealth
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Just one in a million babies, often to be told
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Keep their opinions to themselves

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I really wasn't all that small but they called me Little Tom
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And they sent me to school far away
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I don't really get it and I may never know 
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But they said at the time that there was no other way, 
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no other way
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Well they say I had a sister, but she died when I was young
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In a home that the government had found her in
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And the place they found for me they called the great opportunity
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Still I wish she could have died with me around her
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See some kids got a beatin', some kids went away
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Sometimes I'd hear 'em leaving in the night
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One time I saw Jesus standing outside in the rain
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And he told me that I was gonna be all right, 
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gonna be all right


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Well the priest there he bought me a suit, and we got in his car
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And he took me for a ride downtown
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Said the Army is the place for you, 
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be a man before they're through
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He walked away while I was just staring down

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Now which God made the criminals, and which God made police
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And which God makes the ones like me
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Where do bad guys come from if they don't fall out of the sky
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When I get out I'm gonna work at stayin free, 
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just stayin free

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