| Crossed the desert in a dinin' car
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| In the spring of '91
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| Met some people drinkin' at the bar
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| They were laughin', havin' fun
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| I told 'em that I hadn’t heard the joke
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| That was so hilarious
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| They said that I was just a dumb cowpoke
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| I didn’t want to make a fuss
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| So I shot them down one by one
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| I left them 'long the rails
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| I only use my gun
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| Whenever kindness fails
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| The moon was in the sign of Scorpio
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| The sun was at my back
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| I didn’t know how far the train would go
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| Until the law would find my track
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| I saw the brakeman and the engineer
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| Drinkin' wine and eatin' brie
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| I asked them who would brake and who would steer
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| They started pointin' back at me
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| So I shot them down one by one
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| I left them 'long the rails
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| I only use my gun
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| Whenever kindness fails
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| I only have a moment to explain
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| Just a chance to let you know
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| When it’s time for you to board the train
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| There are two ways you can go
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| You can ride the winds into the sun
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| Feel a cool wind on your face
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| Or you can laugh into a loaded gun
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| And you’ll likely lose your place
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| Yeah, I shot them down one by one
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| I left them 'long the rails
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| I only use my gun
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| Whenever kindness fails
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| Yeah, I shot them down one by one
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| I left them 'long the rails
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| When I use my gun
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| That lonesome whistle wails |