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Hear my story and listen well;Truth is in all that I tell.It could never have been me.I did not shoot no deputy.Mr. Grant, the deputy,Friend to my whole family.He always tell me when John BrownWas getting ready to come around.Don't blame me.Don't blame me.I hide it all except a few seedsAnd make him think I plant for me.When Mr. Grant and I know all the whileWe've got enough for the whole island.Three years now we sell it in townUnder the bucket that goes down.No one knew of it but three:Mr. Grant, Davis and me. Aus Songtexte Mania