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He looked down into her brown eyes |
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And said, "Say a prayer for me" |
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She threw her arms around him |
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Whispered, "God will keep us free" |
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They could hear the riders comin' |
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He said, "This is my last fight |
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If they take me back to Texas |
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They won't take me back alive" |
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There were seven Spanish Angels |
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At the altar of the Sun |
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They were prayin' for the lovers |
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In the valley of the gun |
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When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared |
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There was thunder from the throne |
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And seven Spanish Angels |
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Took another angel home |
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She reached down and picked the gun up |
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That lay smokin' in his hand |
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She said, "Father, please forgive me |
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I can't make it without my man" |
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And she knew the gun was empty |
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And she knew she couldn't win |
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But her final prayer was answered |
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When the rifles fired again |
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There were seven Spanish Angels |
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At the altar of the Sun |
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They were prayin' for the lovers |
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In the valley of the gun |
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When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared |
|
There was thunder from the throne |
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And seven Spanish Angels |
|
Took another angel home |
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There were seven Spanish Angels |
|
At the altar of the Sun |
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They were prayin' for the lovers |
|
In the valley of the gun |
|
When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared |
|
There was thunder from the throne |
|
And seven Spanish Angels |
|
Took another angel home |
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There were seven Spanish Angels |
|
At the altar of the Sun |
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They were prayin' for the lovers |
|
In the valley of the gun |
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When the battle stopped and the smoke cleared |
|
There was thunder from the throne |
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And seven Spanish Angels |
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Took another angel home |
