Murder in the City
If I get murdered in the city
Don't go revenging in my name
A person dead from such is plenty
There's no sense in getting locked away
And when I leave your arms
The things that I think of
No need to get over alarmed
I'm coming home
I wonder which us is better
Which one our parents loved the most
I sure did get in lots of trouble
And they seemed to let the other go
A tear fell from my father's eye
I wondered what my dad would say
He said, "I love you and I'm proud of you both,
In so many different ways"
If I get murdered in the city
Go and read the letter in my desk
Don't bother with all my belongings
Pay attention to the list
Make sure my wife knows that I loved her
Make sure my daughter knows the same
And always remember there is nothing worth sharing
Always remember there was nothing worth sharing