| Well he flows in town, greasy and drunk
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| A pen thru a jar to calm down
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| Shots from the bar, a gunslingers feud
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| The whisky in the air turned every cowboy insane
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| You got to shoot him while he’s down, alright
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| Gunshots and smoke all over town
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| Mexicans in hiding shot down
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| Riding in from the west, the devils lost gang
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| Burned the jail down, while the sheriff was hanged
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| Always shoot em while they’re down
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| Well he’s riding thru the night
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| In shame, and a bullet in his hand, all night
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| Hog tied in chains
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| With the sound of a howling wolf in pain
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| As the moon was going down
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| He should have shot him last night
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| Well she flows thru town, teary and cold
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| Looking for her man to come home
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| The shots from the bar, a gunslingers feud
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| The whisky in the air turns every cowboy insane
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| Well you shot your man down |