The town's porthole is burning,/ the banks have been robbed,
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there are corpses lying,/ in front of the saloon, in the street in blood,/ them
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cannot prevent my return to the south,/
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I step on the mike so the incentives don't rattle,/ haters
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wants to be me and the envious inisee,/ no one is
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stopping this Lucky Lukee,/ «My hip went
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out of place!"Well don't worry, the law hardly reads,/
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The local cowboys are the first to open their mouths,/ as they check
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my Colt and check my boots,/ Beating me
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is an impossible business for them,/ because the cowboys are afraid
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me who I am Maho who has a mustache,/
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That's adios amigo, here's a couple of tough chicos,/ done
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mano-i-manoo and even the worst villain sweats,/ pops the button
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with joy on your forehead, spend jam at the casino,/ and spit on yourself,
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even if you have a wooden jacket you are a church,/
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Meikäläinen's guns are just too big
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I chase traitors like I'm Rio Lobos,/ I give up my gun
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speaks for me and I laugh «HAHAA!»,/ even though I'm wild
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west, you will find yourself behind the sauna,/
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You're not a real cowboy... when you can't get a man
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in your opinion,/ You're not a real cowboy... when you suck and swallow |
gladly,/ *BITCH*
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When Scandal lassoed the cows, I was eaten,/ and when MAS
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robbed the stagecoach, so I was late,/ I checked
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do your shower and stetson suck,/ I don't have leather leggings,
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not boots but airforce,/
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Every hungover morning, I take the saloon banging,/ Sä ciigaat
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I don't care and the saloon is banging,/ the cannon's aim is sounding
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and the cartridges are going off,/ and I'm riding away from you
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saddle bag,/
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Even the deekutki at the bar realizes that you are not here,/ so on
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passa only muijat joil o D-cup,/ This is fine
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a small saloon brawl,/ where the banks have already been robbed and the horses
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o already applied for,/
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Gig carts don't move for the sake of a few dollars, please
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Tusk if you want a few bucks star,/
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After the salon, my balance will return to zero
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I take the cow to the rabbit, but no one touches my banjo,/
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You're not a real cowboy... when you can't get a man
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in your opinion,/ You're not a real cowboy... when you suck and swallow
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gladly,/ *BITCH*
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And when the sun goes down, you can already see the heroes from afar,/ joil o
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cauldrons on the head and iron halyards on top,/ to protect |
kulkusii, I'm going to dig my acquaintance,/ where every scumbag here
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wants to salt a tramp,/
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My flow drowns small villages like the Rio Grande,/ and not
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tähtikatkit oh those bastards have big guns,/ now go home
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to eat pie when my mistress screams,/ my faults
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lyrics; |
I'm the best, that's all,/
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License to duel before the sun goes down,/ and fairplay-
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as a man, I still keep a shotgun in my pocket,/ that's gold
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as many as the wagon can fit,/ and I'll beat your sheriff
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but the city is falling,/
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I mark my cows like a herdsman,/ And I do
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länkärimusaa like J. Karjalainen,/ If you miss it
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the woman, and you don't catch others,/ Throw your hat fuck, you don't
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yeah right cowboy,/
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You're not a real cowboy... when you can't get a man
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in your opinion,/ You're not a real cowboy... when you suck and swallow
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gladly,/ *BITCH* |