| The daltons ride and the desert sky gets swallowed up by the night
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| Up ahead a stranger hides with a thombstone in his eye
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| The stranger knows this is his very last ride
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| A crescent moon in the sky you can’t run and hide
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| They ride for freedom around the world and across the land
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| For the woman and the baby chirld and for the ones who can’t
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| The stranger knows hell is coming, coming up from behind
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| They call it justice, heaven knows justice is blind
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| We need some justice to make the wrong into right
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| Justice don’t play favourites and justice don’t pick sides
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| We need some justice, heaven knows justice is blind
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| This man is pure in his heart and in his mind
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| Thinks of a woman who is wheeping in the night
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| Vengeance makes him righteous when the smoke is clear
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| It’s only pure if it’s justice, nothing else comes near
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| They call it justice, heaven knows justice is blind
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| We need some justice to make the wrong into right
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| Justice don’t play favourites and justice don’t pick sides
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| We need some justice, heaven knows justice is blind |