| Do you recall that bank job in 1881?
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| We lit out 'cross the country, spent a whole year on the run
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| Not seeing where we went, just looking back the way we come
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| We didn’t see the Sheriff sneak up on us from the front
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| Hey Barracuda Dan
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| He was a straight lawman
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| His teeth were a tombstone’s span, no, no
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| One look and the badmen ran
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| We had to fight it out there though we knew it were no use
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| We both knew Barracuda and we knew we had to lose
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| But better dyin' Dan’s way than dyin' in a noose
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| And swingin while the people cheered and jeered and spat abuse
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| You tried to rope his horse and I fired at his head
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| He caught the bullet in his teeth and spat it in my leg
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| And bit the lassoo through so’s it was you that fell instead
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| Then Barracuda’s face said «hold it, one move and you’re dead»
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| «Now even I can’t do all that the law requires me to,»
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| Said Dan, «I don’t believe in hangin', here’s what I’ll do
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| I’ll take your horses, cash and guns, the rest is up to you»
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| He left us 'neath the desert sun in 1882 |