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Well, she used to be an ordinary cowgirl |
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She could handle her daddy's gun when she was young |
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And I never believed she'd turn out to be an outlaw |
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Now she is the rebel on the run |
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Now she's a stranger always in danger |
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A black angel on the run |
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But I'm gonna get her |
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I won't let her disappear |
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Out of my life like she's always done before |
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Got a shotgun by her side gunpowder in the fires and |
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Boy, as she rides! |
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She just eliminates troubles times with her knives |
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She's a suffragette and she'll always be a refugee |
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Seems like she's always been the black sheep of her family |
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Now she's a stranger always in danger, a black angel on the run |
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But I'll never get her will |
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I ever learn |
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She'll repeat the line |
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I've heard so many times before |
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She says: |
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Don't follow me, |
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I'm lost too |
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Don't follow me, |
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I'm lost too |
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Don't follow me, |
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I'm lost too |
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Baby, I'm lost just like you |
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I recall she got lost already at the age of seventeen |
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Her daddy told she was always in the wrong company |
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She was my teenage love, the queen of the big, big rodeo |
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And I remember what she was always tellin' to me |
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Yeah, yeah, and |
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I remember what she was always tellin' to me |
