| Joe’s gone ridin, ridin on the rail
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| Joe’s gone ridin, he’ll be on your trail
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| Don’t try to fight him, you’re only gonna fail
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| Joe’s gone ridin, ridin' on the rail
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| From the cotton fields of Tx, down to the Rio Grande
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| He’s a gypsy cowboy who always takes a stand
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| he hustled pool, hopped the train, headed down to San Antone
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| a restless heart, he lives life down to the bone
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| 5 card gamble at the Boomtown saloon
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| he always plays to win while howling at the moon
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| tequila, wine, fists are flyin' and I’m caught in a mess
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| but I love to play the part of the damsel in distress
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| When you plead and you cry and they just won’t let you by
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| But if Joe says then Joe says
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| Tumbleweed, devil dye & they spit between your eyes
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| But if Joe says then Joe says
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| There ain’t no openin' band for no wine festival
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| but if Joe says, Joe says
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| Don’t mess with Texas or a green eyed girl.
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| Don’t penalize my case just cuz I defend my world
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| gotta speak your mind with every breath, fight for what you believe
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| I just wanna live a life without that human greed |