It’s not a sin to be broken hearted
because the one I put my trust in ran
around with a friend of mine.
I swear, every word I say is exact,
but if I drown, my name’s James Brown.
If I don’t, you don’t want to know,
my given name, because I’m wanted
by the law for what I did to her for
She shoulda been ashamed of what she did
to me. Because of her, I can no longer dream.
When I try, her bloody face appears.
She points her finger my way and says,
“You abused me!” I awake to the truth
and confess to God.
I did what she says, but it’s her fault for running
around with a friend of mine. So that’s why I’m
going to jump into the river and drown.
I discovered it really is a sin to be broken hearted
over a woman like her. The only way I can mend
myself is to take her life or mine. I can’t kill my love,
so please ship my body to her. Remember to
tell her that my name is James Brown, and the
reason I died was because of her running around.
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