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One hour ahead of the posse |
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the bloodhounds are hot on my trail |
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last night I shot my sweetheart |
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this morning I broke out of jail |
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my Pinto is tired and hungry |
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and I'm feeling weary and warm |
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we started ahead of the posse |
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and we got to keep going on |
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the sherrif aswored he would get me |
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he's riding with 20 and 5 |
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but I'm not afeared of that posse |
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they never will get me alive |
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One hour ahead of the posse |
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no turning to left or to right |
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we must win the race to the river |
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or there'll be a hanging tonight |
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one hour ahead of the posse |
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no time for remorse or regret |
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but somehow her eyes still haunt me |
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her laughter is taunting me yet |
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it started the night that we might |
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she kissed me and vowed she would care |
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I traded the gold in pocket |
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to fondle the curls in her hair |
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she lied when she told me she loved me |
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she lied with each kiss that she gave |
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she lied to the moment I caught her |
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and now she lies still in her grave |
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on hour ahead of the posse |
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the night is a-coming on fast |
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we must win the race to the rio |
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and well shake that old posse at last |
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we're nearing the end of our journey |
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and now I'm inside of my goal |
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at last we've beaten the posse |
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- gun shot - |
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may the Lord have mercy on my soul |
