| I ride a mare with a neck of steel
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| I pack a spare with a loaded wheel
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| Shoes and tie made of rhino hide
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| I keep an eye on the countryside
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| I’m hunting — shooting — fishing
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| Ahead of the pack
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| I keep an eye over my shoulder
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| But I never look back
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| I carry cash buried in my boot
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| I spit on thrash that I pass en route
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| I pay each fine with a mental note
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| I sign no line and decline to vote
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| I’m hunting — shooting — fishing
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| Ahead of the pack
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| I keep an eye over my shoulder
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| But I never look back
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| I never look back
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| — Guitar Solo —
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| I keep no files and no fixed abode
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| I eat up miles on a twisted road
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| I fight the sky with a lightning rod
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| I’m riding high by the grace of God
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| I know the names of the men and dives
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| I’ve heard the claims of their tortured wives
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| I’ve searched for clues caught 'em in the act
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| They’ve blown a fuse when I’ve made contact
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| I’m hunting — shooting — fishing
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| Ahead of the pack
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| I keep an eye over my shoulder
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| But I never look back
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| I never look back
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| I never look back
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| I never look back
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| — Guitar Outro — |