| They say there’s a price on my head
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| And that I’m better off dead
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| But that sheriff better keep this in mind
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| I’ll sure be hard to find
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| I give up so much of me
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| I should probably be charging a fee
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| You say that you don’t like me and I’m wrong
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| I bet you’re gonna love the way I’m gone
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| I ain’t too concerned with my name
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| 'Cause I know it won’t be on my grave
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| But I ain’t gonna hang my head down and cry
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| 'Cause I know where I’m going when I die
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| The bright lights shining in this city
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| Remind me of the time when she was with me
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| It’s the same old feeling, nothing new
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| So I’m fixing to paint it blue
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| Blue
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| I might be down in Texas after awhile
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| Or Louisiana in style
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| But I’ll tell you what I’m really gonna do
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| I’m fixing to paint it blue
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| And I’m fixing to paint it blue
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| Yes, I’m fixing to paint it blue
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| You know I’m fixing to paint it blue
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| Lord, I’m fixing to paint it blue |