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And as I get long gone |
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Out where the wind blows |
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The desert sky, she flies by for miles |
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And as I keep walkin' |
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People keep a-talkin' |
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About things they've never seen or done |
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Homeless sleep in the park |
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Sweet hearts kiss in the dark |
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I myself just move on through town |
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Moon keeps on shinin' |
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And the rich keep on dinin' |
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And, oh, how I love the highway sun |
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And out to the back |
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The poet writes his songs in blood |
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Where the coyotes are callin' |
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Stars keep on fallin' |
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Your mother, she won't be around |
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A feather blows down the road |
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And the wind is cold, your wings are broke |
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And your heart is livin' on the run |
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Lonely and wasted |
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Her eyes replaced it |
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And I don't think I'll make another mile |
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Town to town I run |
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My horse ain't too drunk |
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The wind is singin' to the sun |
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And out to the back |
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The poet writes his songs in blood |
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But the jukebox is barkin' |
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I'm just gettin' started |
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I've yet to see the light of day |
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Senoritas lose it |
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To the Mariachi music |
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'Cause New York is too far away |
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And the band keeps on playin' |
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With beer bottles breakin' |
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And the barmaid, I heard she pulled the gun |
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Poet takes a pistol |
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Points it at this sister |
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Says, "Honey, your day is done" |
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And out to the back |
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The poet writes his song in blood |
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Out to the back |
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The poet writes his song in blood |
