| They say Paris is dead
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| Lived through London and drank through Memphis
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| The things you live by were once just a guess
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| And there ain’t no glory in the west
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| No there ain’t no glory in the west
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| Hard to think on your feet
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| Tired of begging them just to compete
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| Shoot to win can feel so bittersweet
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| But you take what you can get
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| 'Cause there ain’t no glory in the west
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| Blazin' on ahead, burning through it
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| Coming down the bend, nowhere left to go, goin’s all we know
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| Ridin' past the best, and there’s still no rest
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| And there’s still no rest
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| There ain’t no glory in the west
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| What’s a boy to do?
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| Hit the road with a dollar or two
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| Haunted by what he knows he can’t do
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| Gets it off his chest
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| 'Cause there ain’t no glory in the west
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| Burnin' on ahead, blazing through it
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| Running blind again, nowhere left to go, goin’s all we know
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| Ridin' past the best, and there’s still no rest
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| And there’s still no rest
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| And there’s still no rest
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| There ain’t no glory in the west
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| Count your blessings they’ll say
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| And after each midnight begins a new day
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| But don’t place your bets on a word that they say
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| They’ll put your life to rest
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| 'Cause there ain’t no glory in the west
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| No there ain’t no glory in the west
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| There ain’t no glory in the west |