| Oh brother let me take my rest
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| And leave this wild and wicked west
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| Where the river runs red with blood
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| Until it all dries up and turns to mud
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| I heard you shot a lawman down
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| At a card game south of Oakland town
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| A Russell city marshall dead
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| All the California papers read
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| You know by now they’ve seen your face
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| Dead or alive it’s a thousand dollar race
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| With dust in your eyes it’s hard to see
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| Oh brother I come to take you home with me
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| Well it didn’t seem that long ago
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| You were breaking ground in Calico
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| But a miner’s life just wouldn’t hold
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| For a gamblers heart will never fold
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| Yeah so you headed out to 'Frisco bay
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| Where the miner’s gambled all their pay
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| But you’re never one to settle down
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| You just dealt your hand from town to town
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| A gamblers heart is bound to roam
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| Wherever you hang your hat is home
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| If I ever leave this broken land
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| I’ll be headed home for Alabama
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| Where the honeysuckle smells so sweet
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| And the moonshine knocks you off your feet
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| I dreaming out of my bellows bed
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| And a feathered pillow 'neath my head
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| And I say a prayer for my brother Jack
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| 'Cause I know now he ain’t coming back
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| I know right now it’s plain to see
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| Oh brother I only want you to be free
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| With dust in your eyes it’s hard to see
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| And rust in your skies it’s hard to breathe
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| Oh brother I only want you to be free
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| Oh brother I only want you to be free
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| Oh brother let me take my rest
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| And leave this wild and wicked west |