| Well, now they call me gun-slingin', sweet singin' Sam
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| I was raised in Texas and born in Alabam'
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| I built my reputation, while I’m a-fightin' all over the nation
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| I’m gun-slingin', sweet singin' Sam
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| Well, I never drink hard liquor, I’m singin' Sam
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| I’m the fightin’est guitar picker on the Rio Grande
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| I shoot the fastest, look the meanest
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| Dress the neatest, sing the sweetest love songs
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| I’m singin' Same
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| In Amarillo town I would ride
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| And my .45 and a guitar by my side
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| While the men were runnin' and hidin'
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| Them chicks all came a-ridin'
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| Sayin': «Yes, there’s sweet singin' Sam
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| Well, I’m gun-singin', sweet singin' Sam
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| The sheriff wanted his cap from the Rio Grande
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| Girls all want to marry me
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| And the boys all like to bury me
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| But, they’re chicken
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| They’re scared of singin' Sam
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| Well, I’ll sing 'em a graveyard song
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| Here I am, Sheriff
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| I’m gon' ride the Shetland |