| With our 45's burning in our hands, we rode for broke throughout those mountain
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| lands to stake a claim
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| And as the sunlight scorched our bodies brown, we swore to heaven up and down
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| that they’d learn our names. |
| And our guns someday
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| We were bound to get our way
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| Stand up cowboy, come on stand up
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| Stand up cowboy, stand up stand up
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| About a fortnight’s ride out of Santa Fe, Billy Boy and me we shouted, «Holiday!
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| «We raised some hell. |
| Yeah we sure did. |
| Well we stuffed and stoved 'em in
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| Stone Blind. |
| Swept away the pretty women kind that would never tell.
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| Lies don’t get around, when you’re lying six feet down
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| (Chorus twice) Stand up!
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| I don’t believe you just emptied out your gun. |
| Billy Boy first time I think we
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| gotta' run. |
| Come on Billy man what you done to me. |
| We’re in some trouble boy
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| and now you want to know, can it be can it be can it be can it be. |
| Oh yeah.
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| Oh yeah. |
| Come on stand up
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| Well it was deep in the night, good folks. |
| Cashin' in our chips.
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| When they caught up with us. |
| Well my buddy turned and he said out loud he was
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| sorry but he was proud to have been a part of this. |
| Then he stood and yelled, «You have me boys.» |
| I took my stand, I made some noise. |
| I lived and I died.
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| By my own choice
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| (Chorus…swap lines)
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| (Chorus…swap lines) |