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Your mother died night you were born |
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Her name you never knew |
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Look away, Look away |
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Nothing to lose |
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Left East Tennessee at fourteen |
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Wandered to the West |
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Look away, Look away |
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Born into death |
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You fought the sailors in New Orleans |
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You worked the flatboats and walked the streets |
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Hit Nacogdoches in 49 |
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And there we met for the very first time |
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Kid don't you know me? |
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We are the last of the true |
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Drink up! Drink up! |
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Drink up! Drink up! |
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Cause tonight your soul's required of you |
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Signed on with a stone mad captain |
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Rode on Mexico |
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Look away, Look away |
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War behold |
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Jailed with killers one and all |
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But we were killers free |
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Look away, Look away |
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Look to me |
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You saw the lancers mid heathen hordes |
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Bloodstained veils and costumes of war |
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Hell ain't half full boy hear me |
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War is the game and the god we seek |
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We set out as men of reason |
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Armed with Navy Colts |
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Look away, Look away |
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Work paid in gold |
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But you stood witness to yourself |
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Our trial you did betray |
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Look away, Look away |
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To judgment day |
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We killed in the desert we killed in the streets |
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We chose what shall and shall not be |
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We stood with pistols, fought back to back |
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Now you've stood your ground but what ground is that? |
