Travis Tritt - Southern Justice

He was Dborn in the big iron city
FDeep in the heart of GDixie yes he was Dnow
Raised on the Good BookF
Taught to take a Ggood look at whats Dgoin onC
His daddy was a GBirmingham Dlawman
A Cservant of the Gpeople through and Athrough
They say Dblood is thicker than waterC
So the boy got a Gbadge and a suit of Dblue.

Chorus:
He was Glong on Southern DJustice
Practiced his Glaw out on the Astreet
Drew the Gline for the Dcriminal mind to GseeF
Dedicated to Gkeep Gods children Dfree.

There are Dtwo sides to every big cityF
And he walked on the Gone that wasnt Dpretty
A solitary rangerF
He had to deal with the Gdanger round Devery turnC
Every day was a Gtightrope of deDcisionC
Between a forty-Gfour and a heart of Agold
Some of thoseD hard case confrontationsC
Would cut him like a Gswitch-blade to his Dsoul.

Chorus:

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Late one Dnight down on Crack Street AlleyF
He walked up on a Gbad deal goin Ddown
He knew what hed doneF
When he saw that shotGgun Dswing aroundC

He drew then Gfroze in hesiDtationC
When he saw that Gfourteen year old Aface
Then the Dfire from that shotgun barrelC
Blew all his Gburdens Daway
GOh blew his Cburdens Daway.

Chorus: X2

CDedicated to Gkeep Gods children DfreeF
Oh GLord to keep them DfreeFG
Got to keep em Dfree.

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