| Well, I hope to tell you, Johnny, that I lay that rifle down
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| Let’s leave the noose and the calaboose headed for another town
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| Well, I’ve got your name in San Jose and your picture’s there to see
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| And they’re shootin' men in Texas just because they look like me
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| And we will run the ridges of our green land Tennessee
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| And we will hide for forty years if that’s what’s meant to be
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| Meant to be, meant to be
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| Meant to be, meant to be, meant to be
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| If that’s what meant to be
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| Well, they’ll rope and tie you, Johnny, and they’ll throw you to the ground
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| And they’ll let you hang a week or two 'fore they cut your body down
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| Body down, body down
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| Body down, body down, body down
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| Body down, body down, body down
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| 'Fore they cut your body down
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| Maybe we could try Mexico and cross the desert sand
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| But they’re guardin' 'cross the border 'case we swim the Rio Grande
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| And we will run the ridges of our green land Tennessee
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| And we will hide for forty years if that’s what’s meant to be
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| Meant to be, meant to be
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| Meant to be, meant to be, meant to be
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| Meant to be, meant to be, meant to be
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| If that’s what meant to be
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| Well, I hope to tell you, Johnny, that I lay that rifle down
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| Let’s leave the noose and the calaboose and headed for another town
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| And we will run the ridges of our green land Tennessee
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| And we will hide for forty years if that’s what’s meant to be
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| Meant to be, meant to be
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| Meant to be, meant to be, meant to be
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| Meant to be, meant to be, meant to be
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| If that’s what meant to be |