| All night long I tried to sleep but sleep refused to come
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| Cause today I knew I’d either have to fight or run
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| Knowin' if I choose to run my mind would never rest
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| Cause with so much pride I wear this badge upon my vest
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| Folks are filled with fear because there’s three bad guns in town
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| Sheriff Olsen made the wrong move and they shot him down
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| One they called Dakota Jack and one El Paso Red
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| The other just turned twenty and he’s called the Killer Kid
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| Good advice I get and that’s to leave and run away
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| But my pride and badge I wear won’t let me live this way
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| And if I stay the three have bragged they’ll add me to their list
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| But I have a different aim and I don’t aim to miss
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| From the doorway where I stand I see the outlaws three
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| Worried none because they know the town’s not helpin' me
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| From a hundred yards away I try a lucky shot
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| Luck is with me and Dakota Jack dies on the spot
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| Well a kid runs through the barroom door and Red goes up the stairs
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| The Kid is ragin' mad, he’s breakin' bottles, kickin' chairs
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| And from a roof El Paso Red has vowed to pay me back
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| As he views the lifeless body of Dakota Jack
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| I can see him as he jumps from one roof to the next
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| Searchin' for me but he has no idea where I’m at
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| But I watch his every move I’m ready when he leaps
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| As I shoot him in mid air he crashes to the street
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| Now there’s one against just one I’ve evened up the score
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| Down the street I hear a yell come through the barroom door
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| The Kid has screamed, there’s no way I can live unless I run
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| Said there ain’t no lawdog man enough to take his gun
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| Through the barroom door he walks and steps out on the street
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| I can’t match his draw, he’s much too fast for me to beat
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| And as I walk toward him we both grab a forty-five
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| Maybe I will die today and he will stay alive
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| Like a hammer somethin' hits me spinnin' me around
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| As I fall I shoot him twice before he hits the ground
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| His bullet missed me, still I feel a burnin' in my chest
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| His bullet hits the badge I wear with pride upon my vest
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| As the people view the bodies of the lifeless three
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| From their looks I know exactly what they think of me
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| To them I’m just a killer and they could not care less
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| 'Bout my pride or 'bout the badge I wear upon my vest |