| I was raised doin' right from wrong
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| Baptized under that old rugged cross
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| I try to be a good man, I always give it my best
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| But truth be told some days I wanna go to the wild wild west
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| I wanna line 'em up and drink 'em
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| I wanna love 'em and leave 'em
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| Sometimes I just wanna just ride the train
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| Be the first straw in to have no sun
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| And feel the kick of my six gun
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| Yeah, I want «wanted» above my name
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| Sometimes I wanna be like Jesus
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| Sometimes I wanna be Jesse James
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| I know where to draw the line
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| But there’s just something 'bout that other side
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| I got angels on my left, and demons on my right
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| It’s a never ending battle, its a constant fight
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| I wanna steal a horse and ride into town
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| Stare the sheriff down
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| Tell him there’s a new man around here
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| I wanna walk through those swingin' saloon doors
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| And hear my spurs hit the wooden floor
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| I wanna smell nothin' but fear, you hear?
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| Law don’t go around here
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| You hear that law dog?
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| Law don’t go around here |