| They gave me the job of a sheriff
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| Because I’m good with a gun
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| Now how could I ever refuse them
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| They really needed someone
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| I tried to explain to my baby
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| But still she left me one day
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| She said she’d return to me only
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| When I threw my six gun away
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| And I’m not suppose to be lonely
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| To need or love anyone
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| I’m just suppose to be only
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| The man behind the gun
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| Then one day she sent me a letter
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| She said I want you to know
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| I miss you and my heart is breakin'
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| I love you and I need you so
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| The stage it was leavin' next mornin'
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| I’d be on that stage without fail
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| Than someone shot ol' Jimmy Taylor
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| And I took out on his trail
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| But I’m not suppose to be lonely
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| To need or love anyone
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| I’m just suppose to be only
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| The man behind the gun
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| Well, three weeks it took I remember
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| Before I tracked the man down
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| And when I returned with the pris’nor
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| It was the talk of the town
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| To late to go to my baby
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| They buried her deep in the clay
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| I spend all these hours in the saddle
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| And I draw a heartache for pay
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| (But he’s not suppose to be lonely
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| To need or love anyone)
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| I’m just suppose to be only
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| The man behind the gun
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| (The man behind the gun) |