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All the old stations have been torn down |
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The high-flyin' trains no longer roll |
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The floors are all saggin' with boards that are softened |
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Are not being used any more |
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And things are all changing the world's rearranging |
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Time that will soon be no more |
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So where has the slow-movin' once quick-draw outlaw got to go |
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The whiskey that once settled the dust and tasted so fine |
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Now tastes of pain |
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And the memories that once blotted out |
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Come back stronger and more clearly with each drink you take |
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And the women that warmed you you once thought were so pretty |
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Now are haggard and old |
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So where has the slow-movin' once quick-draw outlaw got to go |
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This land that I travel once fashioned with beauty |
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Now stands with stars on her face |
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The wide open spaces are closin' in quickly |
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With the weight of the whole human race |
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And it's not that I blame them for claimin' her bounty |
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I just wish that they'd taken her slow |
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'Cause where has the slow-movin' once quick-draw outlaw got to go |
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Tell me where has the slow-movin' once quick-draw outlaw got to go |
