| shots for you outlaws
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| y’all are now outlaw’ed (run!)
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| bells loud, town hall
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| (load it, clutch it, pull)
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| count on your downfall (drop!)
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| shots for you outlaws
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| y’all are now outlaw’ed (run!)
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| bells loud, town hall
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| you could run, but my gun just found ya’ll
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| «click, click, click, clack» i’ll down ya’ll
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| thugs with a gun mug a girl and a stranger
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| six lead slug and they twirl in a chamber
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| marshall is in. game ain’t poker
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| but i pop ‘jokers,' ‘ace' in my holster
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| the aim is correct:
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| place where the flame and your face intersect
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| trade me the dame with the grace and respect
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| if it ain’t, then i’ll take all the space on your neck (wanna hang?)
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| this town ain’t big enough
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| yet another showdown; |
| trigger clutch
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| now i’m put up on a mission here to put em' in a prison
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| make the ‘record reposition' now stick em up
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| a roster of badges incomparable habit to conquer the savage
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| fathering havoc, robbers, bandits:
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| stopped in their tracks, and they drop in a casket
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| cowboys, ranchers, bartenders, and bankers
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| this town is mine and my people ain’t got no reserve for you strangers |
| top tier of this frontier
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| have i got fear? |
| that’s not here
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| stay strapped with a gun, «pap pap» till it’s done
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| 'till the winter come and the crop yields
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| i’ll be there when the sinners try scourging victims
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| i be riding with a killer sight, purging villians
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| i’m as real as they come, you the purest fiction
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| ain’t nothing gonna hinder my jurisdiction
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| blasting your hideout, encircled, surrounded
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| cooking in rubble is what you amount to
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| booking a scuffle, you’ll find where the ground is
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| looking for trouble? |
| well sucker, you found it
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| shots for you outlaws
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| y’all are now outlaw’ed (run!)
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| bells loud, town hall
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| (load it, clutch it, pull)
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| count on your downfall (drop!)
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| shots for you outlaws
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| y’all are now outlaw’ed (run!)
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| bells loud, town hall
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| you could run, but my gun just found ya’ll
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| «click, click, click, clack» i’ll down ya’ll
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| but i ain’t perfect
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| at the same time, i ain’t certain
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| if i am the law, and the law will condemn,
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| in the end, i’m as guilty as them
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| who am i now to pass all the judgment?
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| when it’s i who deserves to be punished? |
| if the law can’t save or can’t solve,
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| i guess that makes me a…
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| this shot’s for us outlaws
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| everybody on the earth is an outlaw
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| somebody died, paid the price with his life
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| consider us saved from the downfall
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| where is your downfall?
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| where is your downfall?
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| the law condemns, and i fall everyday, but grace now abounds
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| so thank god
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| load it, clutch it, pull, drop
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| load it, clutch it, pull, drop
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| you could run but grace outran ya’ll
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| you could hide but grace just found ya’ll
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| load it clutch it, pull, drop
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| load it, clutch it, pull, drop
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| you could run but grace outran ya’ll
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| and grace now abounds so thank god |