| Well I wish I had a shotgun
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| I’d tie it to my side
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| Never me without the power
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| To make a man do right
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| Steady on my shoulders
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| Standing in the wind
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| Well I’ve been down before
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| But I won’t be down again
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| And if I had a pony
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| How fast I would ride
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| Yippie-tiy-iy-ay
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| With the shotgun at my side
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| An outlaw to my foes
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| A hero to my friends
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| I’ve been down before
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| But I won’t be down again
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| Well the days would be so easy
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| The nights would be so slow
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| I’d turn my pony south, boys
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| And ride to Mexico
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| My pockets full of silver
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| To gamble or to lay
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| Cause I’ve been down before
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| But I won’t be down again
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| But I ain’t got no silver
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| No pony, no gun
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| All I got’s this hammer
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| Like old John Henry swung
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| Been ten years on this chain gang
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| One more day, and then
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| I’ve been down before
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| But I won’t be down again
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| Now standing on this rock pile
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| Of four and twenty men
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| Well I’ve been down before
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| But I won’t be down again
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| I’ve been down before
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| But I won’t be down again |