Murder in the City

If I get murdered in the city Don't go revengin' in my name One person dead from such is plenty No need to go get locked away When I leave your arms The things that I think of No need to get over-alarmed I'm comin' home I wonder which brother is better Which one our parents love the most I sure did get in lots of trouble They seem to let the other go A tear fell from my father's eyes I wondered what my Dad would say He said, "I love you and I'm proud of you both In so many different ways." If I get murdered in the city Go read the letter in my desk Don't bother with all my belongings Pay attention to the list Make sure my sister knows I loved her Make sure my mother knows the same Always remember there was nothing worth sharing Like the love that let us share our name Always remember there was nothing worth sharing Like the love that let us share our name