| It’s a saturday afternoon romance
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| Between a cowboy and a fool
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| A drunken meet up
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| In a crude saloon
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| A poor rocky mountain town
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| He’s a scoundrel and
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| She’s no pearl
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| Together they are two lovers cruel
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| Got her balanced on his knee
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| He knows exactly what to say
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| «you ain’t been born
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| 'til you get out of town
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| And honey, you might come with me»
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| If you do−
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| I’ll spare the innocent ones
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| And take you with me
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| Together we will be drifters free"
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| Got her tangled in his arms
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| She’s a lusting, trusting fool
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| «There's no man born that can rule me
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| And that i’ve sworn
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| But stranger if you do
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| I’ll belong to you»
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| If you do
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| «Would you spare the innocent ones
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| And take me with you?
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| Can’t you love the land
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| And love me too?»
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| As he grows sober
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| Sees his love anew
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| In the morning light so true
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| And he gets on the move
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| On the move |