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I bought a big black coat
to keep the cold times out
and collected some wood
and built a roaring fire
I got to thinking about the things
that drive me to tears
but it takes a better man than I'll ever be...
I bought a big black book
to write my whole life down
and held my head each day
with frozen hands
no one to look my best for
no one to wash my hair for
but if I were a bullet
then for sure I'd find a way to your heart
I was to be your champion
your champion
your champion
I bought a big black box
to keep my poor heart in
oh, it has to be me
it has to be me
it has to be me
how I plan to say so much
how I plan to do so much
but it takes a better man than I'll ever be...
oh you, take the devil's hand
so I'll take the emptiness
no one to look my best for
no one to wash my hair for
but if I were a bullet
then for sure I'd find a way to your heart
I was to be your champion
your champion
your champion