Robb Justice

It was raining that night outside the Quincy Motel
The newspaper said the judge sent him to hell
Her mama was cryin behind that window pain
Tears like cold Virginia rain

It said he killed that girl with his own bare hands
Said it was because he did not understand
Yet he claimed all he wanted is someone to hold
That night little Lila’s blood ran cold

It was eleven fifty-seven, when they hauled him to the chair
Said your last words had better be a prayer
Her mama was crying behind a widow’s pain
Tears like cold Virginia rain

They said he killed that girl with his own bare hands
And the lights went dim, they said now he’ll understand
Yet he claimed all he wanted is someone to hold
That night little Lila’s blood ran cold

It’s been seventeen years since the rains came down
That washed her tears through the streets of town
You can still hear her mama cry
She never got to say goodbye
She never got to say goodbye

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