| I rode out of Kansas City heading south to Mexico
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| I was running dodging danger, left the girl that I loved so
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| Far behind lay Kansas City and the past that I had earned
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| Twenty notches on my six gun marked the lessons I had learned
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| Many times I sold my fast gun for a place to lay my head
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| Till the nights began to haunt me by the men that I lay dead
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| Couldn’t stand it any longer with this life that I’d begun
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| So I said good-bye to Jeannie and became a running gun
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| I rode into Amarillo as the sun sank in the west
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| My thoughts in Kansas City and the girl that I love best
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| As I smiled and kissed her gently and then turned away to go
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| Said I’d send for her to meet me when I reached old Mexico
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| I had barely left the saddle and my foot just touched the ground
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| When a cold voice from the shadows told me not to turn around
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| Said he new about my fast gun knew the price paid by the law
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| Challenged by a bounty hunter I turned around to draw
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| I knew someday I’d meet him for his hand like lightning flashed
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| My own gun stayed in leather as his bullet tore it’s path
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| As my strength was slowly fading, I could see him walk away
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| And I knew that where I lie today, he too must lie some day
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| Now my strength is slowly fading and my eyes are growing dim
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| And my thoughts return to Jeannie
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| And the home that we had planned
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| Oh please tell her won’t you mister
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| That she’s still the only one
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| But a woman’s love is waisted when she loves a running gun
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| Running gun, running gun |