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On a dusty rock |
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Circled in a gypsum maine |
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Stood a tall ranch hand |
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Robbie was his name |
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He had fire in his eyes |
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And thick leather for skin |
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His fists and his gun were the only thing |
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protecting his kin |
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Another day's been spent |
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Soon I'll be broke |
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This life I've been burning |
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I've gone up in smoke |
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So Death when you take me |
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Don't take me slow |
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And don't put it off |
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When it's my time to go |
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He stood facing the fields |
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He could hear the beasts rush |
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He felt their foot falls |
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As they crushed under brush |
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"Get behind me child |
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Stay with your ma |
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I hope when you're grown |
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That you'll forget what you saw." |
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Another day's been spent |
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Soon I'll be broke |
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This life I've been burning |
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I've gone up in smoke |
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So Death when you take me |
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Don't take me slow |
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And don't put it off |
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When it's my time to go |
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He pulled out his guns |
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Dead bead between its eyes |
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But behind him he heard a noise |
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And he turned to his surprise |
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Where his family hid |
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Where he guarded all he had |
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Massive jaws of a massive beast |
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Swallowed up his wife and his lad |
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Another day's been spent |
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Soon I'll be broke |
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This life I've been burning |
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I've gone up in smoke |
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So Death when you take me |
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Don't take me slow |
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And don't put it off |
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When it's my time to go |
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Another day's been spent |
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Soon I'll be broke |
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This life I've been burning |
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I've gone up in smoke |
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So Death when you take me |
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Don't take me slow |
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And don't put it off |
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When it's my time to go |
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Another day's been spent |
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Soon I'll be broke |
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This life I've been burning |
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I've gone up in smoke |
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So Death when you take me |
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Don't take me slow |
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And don't put it off |
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When it's my time to go |
