| Here we are again my old friend
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| We rode to the ends of the earth and back again
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| We’ve seen all and done all that there is to do
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| Now you’re ridin' the sky with the others we knew
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| Ridin' free like the drifer you are
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| With your back to the wind
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| But I have seen you and me with our backs to the wall
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| We have fought to be free from both sides of the law
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| Sometimes we’re forgiven the chances we take
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| Most times we’re just bending the rules when they break
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| But this is one ride just you alone have to make
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| Win, lose or draw
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| You go it alone my old friend
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| We could never know how just how it would end
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| We’re just flesh and bone, we break and we bend
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| It’s chiseled in stone, we say our amen
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| And you go it alone
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| There once was a time when we knew the trails
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| Now ahead or behind are fences and rails
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| We’ve outlived the lifetime and ran out of room
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| But every hand finally throws up his hat to the moon
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| Now the fiddler’s just played his last tune
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| And told his last tale
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| He said, you go it alone my old friend
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| We could never know how just how it would end
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| We’re just flesh and bone, we break and we bend
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| Now it’s chiseled in stone, we’ve said our amen
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| And you go it alone
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| You go it alone, you go it alone |