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Camarado |
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See that cloud across the sun |
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Ain't too many places left to run |
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There was a time when we'd go anywhere the wind would blow |
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Camarado |
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Camarado |
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They are fencing off the range |
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I hate to hear the whistle of the train |
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Next thing you know they'll want your pistol and your tobacco |
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Camarado |
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Got a piece of forty-four on fire in my chest |
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Out here on the mesa I will rest |
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If you could hand me down that whiskey from my saddle roll |
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Camarado |
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Now the light is dyin' in the sky |
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That ain't gonna bother you or I |
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Seen enough a dying to know almost all there is to know |
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Camarado |
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Now you had best light out and ride |
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There's pretty women on the other side |
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See ya in Sabinas you'll be free as air in Mexico |
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Camarado |
