| Well, she used to be an ordinary cowgirl
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| She could handle her daddy’s gun when she was young
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| And I never believed she’d turn out to be an outlaw
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| Now she is the rebel on the run
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| Now she’s a stranger always in danger
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| A black angel on the run
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| But I’m gonna get her I won’t let her disappear
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| Out of my life like she’s always done before
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| Got a shotgun by her side gunpowder in the fires and
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| Boy, as she rides!
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| She just eliminates troubles times with her knives
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| She’s a suffragette and she’ll always be a refugee
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| Seems like she’s always been the black sheep of her family
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| Now she’s a stranger always in danger, a black angel on the run
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| But I’ll never get her will I ever learn
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| She’ll repeat the line I’ve heard so many times before
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| She says: Don’t follow me, I’m lost too
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| Don’t follow me, I’m lost too
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| Don’t follow me, I’m lost too
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| Baby, I’m lost just like you
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| I recall she got lost already at the age of seventeen
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| Her daddy told she was always in the wrong company
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| She was my teenage love, the queen of the big, big rodeo
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| And I remember what she was always tellin' to me
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| Yeah, yeah, and I remember what she was always tellin' to me |