| Well, I served 10 years hard labour
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| Working down on the prison farm
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| And the nights were cold and lonely
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| And the wind come a-howling down
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| You know the judge he guilty found me
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| And then he sent me down for nine
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| But when I busted the pen
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| You know the judge made it ten
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| Now I’m breaking rocks doing my time
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| Well, Abilene
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| I’ve never seen a town so mean
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| Abilene
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| Well, you’re a mean gunfighter’s dream
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| You know I wish I’d never
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| I wish I’d never
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| I wish I’d never seen
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| Abilene
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| Well, it was down in Abilene
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| Well, I’d been riding night and day
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| When I stopped for a drink of whiskey
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| And I got in a poker game
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| Well, I was drunk and I lost my temper
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| When someone called me a lying cheat
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| Well, when he pulled out a knife, and followed me outside
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| You know I shot him down in the street
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| Well, Abilene
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| I’ve never seen a town so mean
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| Abilene
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| Well, you’re a mean gunfighter’s dream
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| You know I wish I’d never
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| I wish I’d never
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| I wish I’d never seen
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| Abilene |