| Sling your hook in with him baby
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| He’s a real sharp-shooter now
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| If he’s out there hiding in the tall grass
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| Tell him I said he was a coward
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| This ain’t any old western honey
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| It’s the twentieth century now
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| But if he thinks he’s some kind of tough cowboy
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| And he’s hurt her then I want to know how
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| Did he shoot her with his compromise
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| Like a heart attack he can paralyse
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| Or did he hang her in a noose
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| On the telephone line
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| Did he shoot her with a 45
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| Did he leave his mark right between her eyes
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| Oh did he shoot that girl
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| That used to be mine
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| Tell him I’m ready any time he chooses
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| The pay-off for the things, for the things he’s done
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| He ain’t messing with no two-bit bandit
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| Armed with a couple of guns
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| If he wants to see it as a two reel movie
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| He’s living in the head of someone else
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| But better take him down and dust him honey
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| I want to hear the truth for myself
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| Did he shoot her |