The Clash – I Fought The Law: Lyrics and Music Video
I Fought The Law Lyrics
I’m breakin’ rocks in a hot sun
I fought the law, and the law won
I fought the law, and the law won
I needed money ’cause i had none
I fought the law, and the law won
I fought the law, and the law won
I left my baby, and it feels so bad
I guess my race is run
She’s the best girl that i ever had
I fought the law, and the law won
I fought the law, and the
Robbin’ people with a six-gun
I fought the law, and the law won
I fought the law, and the law won
I lost my girl, and i lost my fun
I fought the law, and the law won
I fought the law, and the law won
I left my baby, and it feels so bad
I guess my race is run
She’s the best girl that i ever had
I fought the law, and the law won
I fought the law, and the
I fought the law, and the law won
I fought the law, and the law won
I fought the law, and the law won
I fought the law, and the law won
I fought the law, and the law won
I fought the law, and the law won
I fought the law, and the law won
I fought the law and the law
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