| When the sun is dawnin' and he’s just gettin' up
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| Starin' out over the mornin' through the steam off his coffee cup
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| He thinks about a woman whose love he still holds dear
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| A sweetheart he kept hangin' on for way too many years
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| It could’ve been so different with a family and a wife
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| But he was crossed between his feelings and that Oklahoma sky
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| Another time and in another place
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| He might have rode with Jesse James
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| And though he rides he can’t out run his fate
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| 'Cause he was born 100 years too late
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| It’s hard to imagine another world out there
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| As he alys beside a campfire up in only God knows where
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| But he feels the day approachin' when the kind of life he’s known
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| Will only be in stories and sung about in songs
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| Another time and in another place
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| He might have rode with Jesse James
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| And though he rides he can’t out run his fate
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| 'Cause he was born 100 years too late
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| And he wouldn’t trade one sleepless night beneath the pourin' rain
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| If he had it all to do over again he wouldn’t change a thing
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| Another time and in another place
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| He might have rode with Jesse James
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| And though he rides he can’t out run his fate
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| 'Cause he was born 100 years too late |