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I'd be riding horses if they'd let me |
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Sleep outside at night and not take fright |
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I would ride the range and never worry |
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I would disappear into the night |
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Everybody needs an angel |
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But here's that devil by my side |
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Death's head ring upon his finger |
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Poor boy hanging on the light |
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They'll be drawing straws inside the courtroom |
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As the sudden twilight turns to black |
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Torches burn into the sad eyes |
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On the wrong side of the track |
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Make those horses jump through hoops of flame |
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They won't kick and they won't scream |
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Let the good lord do the driving |
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Poor boy sinking in the stream |
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I can smell the campfires burning |
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But I'll go out walking on my own |
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By day and night the world keeps turning |
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Frightened people hiding in their homes |
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Everybody needs an angel |
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But here's that devil by my side |
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Death's head ring upon his finger |
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Poor boy hanging on the light |
