| The air is filled with dust
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| And the morning sun is burning
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| Since eight years we keep riding
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| Through this no man’s land
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| Why do they trust in us?
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| We are lawless in every category
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| Don’t you ever follow the footprints
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| That we left in the sand
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| Wanted by the law
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| We transport notes across the country
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| Our customers like to stay unknown 'til
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| We meet 'em in the night
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| Like Coyotes they are waiting for
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| What they ordered from us
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| And they gonna get immediately
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| When we show up and the prize is right!
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| Up and away following the sundown
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| Spit in the sand to let 'em know you were here
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| We got no place to stay
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| No minute to come down
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| Stay! |
| Stay!
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| Another day another dollar
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| Another law to break
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| Invisible for sheriffs and deputies
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| We know in each and every state
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| There’s a reward on everyone of us
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| For robberies and dirty jailbreaks
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| Ace in the hole or a hole in the head
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| That’s why we don’t like to make mistakes
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| At night we come
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| But we’re gone with the morning sun
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| Legendary in the way that we move
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| Creeping through the desert
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| 'Cause we’re on the run to you
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| They want to hang us high
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| We make bountyhunters cry
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| 'Cause there is no trace they can follow
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| And the suspects are nowhere to find
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| Up and away following the sundown
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| Spit in the sand to let 'em know you were here
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| We got no place to stay
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| No minute to come down
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| Stay! |
| Stay!
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| There’s nothing we haven’t seen
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| No law that we haven’t broken
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| We play poker with five jokers
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| And magnetize when we play roulette
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| Gangsters, Dealers, Criminals and Whores
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| That’s what we call our familytree
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| Always involved in every barfight cuz
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| That is the place for us to be
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| Who the hell is John Wayne?
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| Who the fuck are the young guns?
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| We sell water as whiskey
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| Grab the money and run
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| Go to hell with authority
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| We won’t do what you try to teach us
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| I see the sun at the horizon
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| That means we gotta go
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| Let’s get outa here, fellas
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| And before you know… we are…
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| Up and away following the sundown
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| Spit in the sand to let 'em know you were here
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| We got no place to stay
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| No minute to come down
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| Stay! |
| Stay!
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| Up and away following the sundown
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| Spit in the sand to let 'em know you were here
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| We got no place to stay
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| No minute to come down
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| Stay! |
| Stay!
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| Stay! |
| Stay! |