| Till I became a wanted man
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| I never owned a gun
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| But now they hunt me like a mountain cat
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| And I’m always, always, always on the run
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| I killed poor Jed Bryant
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| In a bad Laredo fight
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| Killed him with my bare hands
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| For the girl I loved that night
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| Jed’s brother’s out to get me
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| He’s comin' with a gang
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| I’d rather shoot it out, by God, than let 'em see me hang
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| Bullet in my shoulder
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| Blood runnin' down my vest
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| Twenty in the posse
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| And they’re never gonna let me rest
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| Till I became a wanted man
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| I never owned a gun
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| But now they hunt me like a mountain cat
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| And I’m always, always, always on the run
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| Spangles on her red dress
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| Laughter in her voice
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| When he tried to put his hands on her
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| My heart left me no choice
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| But was she really worth it?
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| I guess I’ll never know
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| She’ll be drinkin' someone else’s rye when I’m six feet below
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| Bullet in my shoulder
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| Blood runnin' down my vest
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| Twenty in the posse
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| And they’re never gonna let me rest
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| Till I became a wanted man
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| I never owned a gun
|
| But now they hunt me like a mountain cat
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| And I’m always, always, always on the run |