| For too long now I’ve been at this game
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| A-riding like hell through the wind and rain
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| Robbing bankers
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| And pullman cars
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| My lungs are so choked from the dust of the road
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| Since Hank’s been gone it’s been a heavy load
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| And my bones are broken
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| And my body’s so scarred
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| So, one more shot just for old times
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| One last stand
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| One more hit ought to do it
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| Then I quit while I can
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| Who’s that knocking on my back door
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| It looks like Bob and Charlie Ford
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| How are you doing boys
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| Won’t you come on in
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| I aint seen a friend in so damn long
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| The life I live leaves me on my own
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| Just a-lying low
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| It’s got me restless again
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| So, one more shot just for old times
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| One last stand
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| One more hit ought to do it
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| Then I quit while I can
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| I’m fixing to buy me a little farm
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| Get my wife and children out of harm
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| And danger and then a-settle down
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| Well hell I ain’t eaven wearing a gun
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| And I haven’t done that in so damn long
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| It feels good boys to have you around
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| So, one more shot just for old times
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| One last stand
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| One more hit ought to do it |
| Then I quit while I can
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| So, one more shot just for old times
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| One last stand
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| One more hit ought to do it
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| Then I quit while I can |