| Well men like me probably die alone
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| With some broken dream on a dusty road
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| And it may be sad, but so is everything that’s true
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| Well, if life’s a gamble, then I bet the table on a pair of two’s
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| Oh, and the sun’s probably shinin' in Wyoming
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| And the moon, she’s casting diamonds on the low-lyin' street
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| And when my soul is finally set free
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| You can burn my body in a prairie breeze
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| By candlelight, paper and ink
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| Wrote my final wish, killin' a drink
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| And I thought of you
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| It happened more times than a few
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| I stared down a barrel and I wasn’t able to follow through
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| Oh, and the sun’s probably shinin' in Wyoming
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| And the moon, she’s casting diamonds on the low-lyin' street
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| When my soul is finally set free
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| You can burn my body in a prairie breeze
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| Oh when I’m gone, please remember me
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| For my blue eyes, and the songs I’d sing
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| And forget the bad
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| I did all that I could do
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| If I could take it back, I would, in fact, and give it all to you
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| Oh, and the sun’s probably shinin' in Wyoming
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| And the moon, she’s casting diamonds on the low-lyin' street
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| When my soul is finally set free
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| You can burn my body in a prairie breeze |