| Five brothers who left Arkansas
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| Set out to find the gambler
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| Who murdered their pa
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| Five brothers and three in their teens
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| Gotta find the man
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| Who killed their pa in New Orleans
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| They heard of him in Houston
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| And his trail was leadin' west
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| He’d left there many months ago
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| And so they couldn’t rest
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| Five brothers and three in their teens
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| Gotta find the man
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| Who killed their pa in New Orleans
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| New Orleans
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| The sun was hot as fire
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| And the nights were cold as steel
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| Hate was strong and youth was wild
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| And so they couldn’t feel
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| Five brothers and three in their teens
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| Gotta find the man
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| Who killed their pa in New Orleans
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| His trail led to the Badlands
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| And the desert promised death
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| The gambler’s odds were different now
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| He treasured every breath
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| Five brothers and three in their teens
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| Close behind the man
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| Who killed their pa in New Orleans
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| New Orleans
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| When first they saw the killer
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| He was by the waterhole
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| Five rifles rang out through the night
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| They killed the gambler cold
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| Five brothers and three in their teens
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| Finally got the man
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| Who killed their pa in New Orleans
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| The desert is their keeper now
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| For this a traveler said
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| That poison lived within the hole
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| Now six of them are dead
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| Five brothers and three in their teens
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| Lay beside the man
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| Who killed their pa in New Orleans
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| Lay beside the man
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| Who killed their pa in New Orleans |