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On the edge of sundown, a man rode into town |
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His clothes were old and dirty like the guns he wore low down |
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And as he rode the people stared, tried to look on him |
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He's the man who'll take your life, take your life to boothill |
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Sleeps by day and rides by night |
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Like a mongrel always lookin' for a fight |
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Got cold steel a bowie knife, just his way of life |
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He took no one, no not a sound, stares at the edge of town |
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Only time that he'll be found, is on the edge of sundown |
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Take you for your dollars babe, take you for your gold |
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Make your life so miserable, he's gonna leave you mean and cold |
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And then he'll head on out, to another town |
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The only time when he'll be found, is on the edge of sundown |
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Next time he'll be sundown. |
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He's a killer and a robber and he'll make you grieve |
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Shoot you in the back or in your sleep |
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Got no name or identity |
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Livin' in the wind, he's free--- |
