| Inside the walls of an old Yuma prison
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| Four captives lie awake in their beds
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| An earthquake had toppled the old prison walls
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| And put dreams of escape in their heads
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| As if it was God, or maybe the devil
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| Had finally shown them the way
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| They took out the guards, mounted their horses
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| And left before light of the day
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| Four battered and desperate and dying men
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| Headed south in the glaring sun
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| Each one of them knowing that in the end
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| There could only be just one
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| The first stop they made was to dig up some gold
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| In the hills on the outside of the town
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| And one of them knew that his fate had been sealed
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| When his secret was pulled from the ground
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| The desert was hot and the canteens were empty
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| With water so hard to find
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| And the one who had shared up his secret of gold
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| Was the first one to get left behind
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| Three battered and desperate and dying men
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| Headed south in the glaring sun
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| Each one of them knowing that in the end
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| There could only be just one
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| When they came upon water they stopped there to rest
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| As one took his place in the shade
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| The others slept lightly and when he awoke
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| He knew the mistake he had made
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| He followed on foot, he went over the mountain
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| Determined to catch them again
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| And when he succeeded, a gun fight ensued
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| And brought one man’s life to an end
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| Two battered and desperate and dying men
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| Headed south in the glaring sun
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| Each one of them knowing that in the end
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| There could only be just one
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| Seventy miles they rode in the summer
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| South through the Mexico line
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| They came to the bay, at the edge of the ocean
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| As bounty men followed behind
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| The trackers pursued them and one man lie wounded
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| He held up his gun in his hand
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| Said my time is up, you go on without me
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| It’s time that I make my last stand
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| One battered and desperate and dying man
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| Headed south in the glaring sun
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| Out on the water a boat sets sail
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| A journey just begun |