| Gonn' run away to Tucumcari
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| Make camp where the land is bare
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| Gonn' run away to Tucumcari
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| Ain’t no one gonna find me there
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| Ain’t no one gonna find me there
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| Found trouble in the town I come from
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| Left six months ago or so
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| I had to run from the man I wronged there
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| With no aim as to where to go
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| And I’m told that the law ain’t there yet
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| And the ones who tried are dead
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| If the lawmen come to find me
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| I’ll make that river red
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| I’ll make that river red
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| Gonn' run away to Tucumcari
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| Kick dust up the riverbed
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| In the shadow of the Spanish fortress
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| I’ll lay my weary head
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| To an Indian girl I’ll marry
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| On a calico horse we’ll ride
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| I won’t leave until I’m dead and buried
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| With the silver in the mountainside
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| Gonn' run away to Tucumcari
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| Kick dust up the riverbed
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| In the shadow of the Spanish fortress
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| I’ll lay my weary head
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| To an Indian girl I’ll marry
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| On a calico horse we’ll ride
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| I won’t leave until I’m dead and buried
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| With the silver in the mountainside
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| Gonn' run away to Tucumcari
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| Make camp where the land is bare
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| Gonn' run away to Tucumcari
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| Ain’t no one gonna find me there |