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We can share the women, we can share the wine |
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We can share what we got of yours |
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'Cause we done shared all of mine |
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Keep on rollin', just a mile to go |
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Keep on rollin' my old buddy, you're movin' much too slow |
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I just jumped the watchman right outside the fence |
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Took his rings, four bucks in change, ain't that heaven sent? |
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Hurts my ears to listen, Shannon, burns my eyes to see |
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Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon, might as well been me |
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We used to play for silver, now we play for life |
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And one's for sport and one's for blood at the point of a knife |
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And now the die is shaken, now the die must fall |
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There ain't a winner in the game |
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He don't go home with all, not with all |
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Leavin' Texas, fourth day of July |
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Sun so hot, the clouds so low, the eagles filled the sky |
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Catch the Detroit Lightnin' out of Santa Fe |
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The Great Northern out of Cheyenne, from sea to shining sea |
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Gotta go to Tulsa, first train we can ride |
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Gotta settle one old score, one small point of pride |
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There ain't a place a man can hide, Shannon |
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Will keep him from the sun |
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Ain't a bed can give us rest now, you keep us on the run |
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Jack Straw from Wichita cut his buddy down |
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And dug for him a shallow grave and laid his body down |
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Half a mile from Tucson, by the morning light |
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One man gone and another to go |
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My old buddy, you're moving much too slow |
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We can share the women, we can share the wine |
