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Back in the muther ****** saddle |
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my six shooter strapped and I'm lookin for a battle |
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Out on the plains I'm just a loner |
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my saddle horn rubs right and yo it's givin me a boner |
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I got thoughts of Annie Oakley |
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but that buck toothed tramp in that last town she broke me |
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And we didn't even ****** |
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I gave my last gold tooth 'n gold nugget to get my ****** sucked |
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3 days out on the frontier |
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and I'd kill for a cheap whore and a barrel of cold beer |
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I need a slut for a service |
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I take a peak at the *******ip and they all run away nervous |
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Man I gotta get my rocks off |
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cuz my Wranglers don't fit right unless my ****'s soft |
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Long nights by the fire me a Trigger.....go figure |
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(Chorus)I'm a desperate rado |
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didn't take any practice |
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A desperate rado |
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got a **** like a cactus |
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Now I drift through the desert like a wild coyote |
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horny as a toad trippin off peyote |
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Holdin uptrains and gettin goods by the sack |
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I'm known thru out the west as the pie eyed mack |
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And to the law I'm no stranger |
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I'm wanted dead or alive cuz I shot the Lone Ranger |
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And then Tonto tried to get down |
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so I boned his ****** slit hes throat and then I skipped town |
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That's the way I run my show |
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paint towns red |
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****** hoes and then I lay low |
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I know you think I'm archaic |
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but my ******'s like a sword |
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I see ******* and wanna slay it |
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Out on the plains it gets linely |
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sometimes I feel homely |
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new faces |
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new towns no one knows me |
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Guns ****ed in my holster |
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u see my face in each town nailed to a pole on a poster |
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I'm always lookin for the quick buck |
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then always blowin my cash on a ****** with a big butt |
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Some say my head's hollow |
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****** em....I'm just a |
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(Chorus II)Desperate rado |
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trottin thru the bad lands |
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A desperate rado |
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tokin down with all the cowhands |
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A desperate rado |
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didn't take much practice |
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A desperate rado |
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got a **** like a cactus |
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Now I ****** whores by the scores up ten fold on any fellow |
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in any town I can be found at the local bordello |
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Never yellow never chicken listen for my spurs draggin, |
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and when I'm kickin dust you better circle up the wagons |
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So when I rip thru your town don't be gawkin |
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just tip your hat and Tex keep walkin |
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Cuz I'm a gun slingin top hand |
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****** with me and you'll go out like Custer at his last stand |
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I'm a low down buckaroo |
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if you leave me alone with your mother then I'll ****** her too |
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Cuz I'm a sidewinding nomad |
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and morals in upbringing is something that I never had |
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Known as the ruff ridin Texan |
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a bad buck from the day of my inception. |
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And I was raised in the poor house |
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my mother kicked me out so she could start a whore house |
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Now since the day I left the corral |
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I've been on a quest for the plant that's called mescal |
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Cuz pale rider once pulled me aside |
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and told me that high was the best way to ride... |
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(Chorus III)Now I'm a desperate rado |
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always lookin for a fight |
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A desperate rado |
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puffin on a peace pipe |
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I'm a desperate rado |
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on the run from the law |
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A desperate rado baddest one you ever saw |