| About a million stars in that desert sky
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| So high and lonesome it can make you want to cry
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| Or drive your young blood wild
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| And a burning glow above that northern ridge
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| Three day ride will get you straight down to old Juarez
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| A fool’s El Dorado
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| He got a taste for Mescal and sweet perfume
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| Didn’t take long to get him in the back room
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| All of sixteen and first taste of the border
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| There’s a pile of bones out on the desert floor
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| All that’s left of el Conquistador. |
| the conqueror
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| Well I rode that beast down into the ground
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| Through every draw and every border town
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| That devil carried me
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| You watch a few go down to the fire or the rope
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| You leave little to chance and nothing to hope
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| An old 24 and nothing could hold me down
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| (Ain't gonna ride no more)
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| Ain’t gonna ride no more
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| Well you cross it once you’re gonna cross it again
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| Something keeps you coming back to that shadowland
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| And so I did for the mysteries
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| To hear that old soul stirrer slamming through the night
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| Tombstone train cuts its own daylight
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| Ain’t gonna ride no more
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| Though my leathers worn and my cuffs in tatters
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| My hearts on straight and that’s all that matters
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| If I lose a few moves it ain’t no loss
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| Cause there’s only one border left for me to cross
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| (Ain't gonna ride no more)
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| I’ll take my sweet time on that one
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| Ain’t gonna ride no more
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| (Ain't gonna ride no more)
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| Oh I ain’t gonna ride no more
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| They call me King Of El Paso and my advice
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| Learn that road between here and paradise
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| (Ain't gonna ride no more)
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| Ain’t gonna ride no more
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| (Ain't gonna ride no more) |