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A Little Hell
Lyrics by Music by
Slowly, freely
DON BLACK FRANK WILDHORN
Clyde
3
3
Piano
3
4
Cly.
I can't take no more of this. This night mare has to end. In this
Pno.
6
Cly.
god for sak en place, death would be a wel come friend.
Pno.
8
Cly.
I could pay a crook ed guard to kill me. Yeah, that's it.
Pno.
Moderately slow = 80
10
Cly.
Bet ter that than six teen years, dy in' slow ly bit by bit. All I did was rob
Pno.
14
Cly.
a few stores. Jus tice here don't fit the crime. I've been
Pno.
2
17
Cly.
bro ken by the Dev il. Jus tice is a waste of
Pno.
20
Cly.
time. I won't get to heav en. Why not raise
Pno.
23 Moderately = 88
Cly.
a lit tle hell?
Pno.
3
27
Cly.
He'll see me but it'sthe last time. That filth y scum has got ta go.
Pno.
3
31
Cly.
By to night it will be o ver, when I strike the fa tal
Pno.
35
Cly.
blow. No way out; I got ta do this. Him or
Pno.
4
38
Cly.
me; o kay, let's play. Nev er
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40
Cly.
killed, but now I have to, oh. Time to
Pno.
42
Cly.
make Ed Crowd er pay. I won't get to heav en.
Pno.
5
45
Cly.
Why not raise a lit tle hell? No way I'll see heav en,
rit.
Pno.
48
Slowly = 63
Cly.
solet's raise a lit tle hell.
3
Pno. 3
3 3
51
Cly.
3 3 3 3 3 3 3
Pno.
3 3
6
54
Cly.
3
3 3
Pno.