| I’d be riding horses if they’d let me
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| Sleep outside at night and not take fright
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| I would ride the range and never worry
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| I would disappear into the night
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| Everybody needs an angel
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| But here’s that devil by my side
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| A death’s head ring upon his finger
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| Poor boy hanging on the light
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| They’ll be drawing straws inside the courtroom
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| As the sudden twilight turns to black
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| And torches burn into the sad eyes
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| On the wrong side of the track
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| Make those horses jump through hoops of flame
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| They won’t kick and they won’t scream
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| Let the good Lord do the driving
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| While poor boy sinks in the stream
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| Well, I can smell the campfires burning
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| But I’ll go out walking on my own
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| By day and night the world keeps turning
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| Frightened people hiding in their homes
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| Everybody needs his angel
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| But here’s that devil by my side
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| A death’s head ring upon his finger
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| Poor boy hanging on the light
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| And everybody needs an angel
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| But here’s that devil by my side
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| A death’s head ring upon his finger
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| Poor boy hanging on the light |