Elliott Murphy – Small Room (Guitar)

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Well it was a small room, about ten by nine

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Paintbrushes and canvas, a jar of turpentine

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He'd be there in the morning, when the light was fresh

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The only time he turn his back on her, was when she would undress

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Her name was Judy, Judy out to lunch

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Her boyfriend was Frankie,   she called him Punch

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He said let's take a break now, my old legs are stiff

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He saw her bruises in the mirror, he said that bastard will you look at this

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She said Frankie's a good guy, he just drinks too much wine

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The old painter said you can tell me about it,   some other time

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But I'd like to meet him, this boy friend of yours

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Why don't you tell him to come by on Fridfay night, 

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  After he closes his store

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Now Judy came back on Monday, and the door was locked

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When the landlady opened it, even the cops where shocked

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Punch he lay in a pool of blood, throat slit ear to ear

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The old painter was dead as well,  his painter knife was near

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The cop said one man was murdered, the others heart gave out

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But whoever painted this portait of you Judy, 

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  Of his love there is no doubt

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Well it was a small room, about ten by nine

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Paintbrushes and canvas, a jar of turpentine