Cuts like a Knife

(Pat Robinson)



There's a man down in Baja ... a little south of the border
Where justice is not just a word
Two desperados with maverick intentions
Evidence justice was served

All through the night we see sweet Isabella
Praying that her man ... will somehow be safe

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And it cuts ... cuts ... cuts like a knife
And it hurts ... hurts ... hurts deep inside
Cuts like a knife

Out of the shadows and into the moonlight
They came face to face to face
But he'd made arrangements with someone in heaven
Arrangements that just couldn't wait

And all through the night we see sweet Isabella
Sitting alone, staring into the night

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Two of the three ... clipped the one living witness
Determined to make things right
Two desperados with maverick intentions
And the flash of a switchblade knife

The tears and the prayers of sweet Isabella
They go unanswered, this time she's too late

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