| Living on the east side, trouble’s on it’s way
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| Get your piece together, take your place and stay
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| Is your pistol loaded? |
| Ain’t no room for buts
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| Strangers eye to eye, hope you’ve got the guts
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| Lawman, draw your gun
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| I may be the one
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| Trigger happy fingers and you give me cause
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| Lawman what have I done — broken your laws?
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| Strangers, Dangers
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| Desert sons ride from the heat
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| Little doubt, in this shootout
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| Wipe off the dust from the street
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| Chasing with tequila, and gypsy ladies dance
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| Never thought I’d shoot again until I had the chance
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| One on one I’m laughing, spit in the sand and draw
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| Just not quick enough, so much for the law
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| Lawman draw your gun
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| I may be the one
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| Knock down and drag out, the taste is in the air
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| Lawman what have I done — do you really care?
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| Given the limit, the job is yours today
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| Just another sorry man standing in my way
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| A bad lad uh huh! |
| Lives up to his role
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| Live it up, laugh it up, end up in the hole
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| Where you die another soul will stand
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| I’ll be riding riding riding across this land
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| You’ve been shot down, now you’re gonna crawl
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| Those who stay alive are those who don’t come out at all
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| Just another shootout, one more dirty deed
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| Your peacemaker’s heavy, one shot’s all I need
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| Make your move now mister, sherrif’s history
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| Feelin' lucky are you? |
| Good-bye deputy! |