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A young man rode with his head held high |
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Under the Texas sun |
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And no one guessed that a man so blessed |
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Would perish by the gun |
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Lord, would perish by the gun |
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A shot rang out like a sudden shout |
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And Heaven held its breath |
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For the dreams of a multitude of man |
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Rode with him to his death |
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Lord, rode with him to his death |
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Yes, the heart of the world weighs heavy |
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With the helplessness of tears |
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For the man cut down in a Texas town |
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In the summer of his years |
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The summer of his years |
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And we who stay mustn't ever lose |
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The victories that he won |
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For wherever man look to freedom [Incomprehensible] |
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His soul goes riding on |
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Lord, his soul goes riding on |
