| Beggin' your pardon there stranger
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| You look like you’re new to this town
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| We’re a long way away from the beach here
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| You won’t see many gringos around
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| Well I come from West Colorado
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| And I’ve wandered this world far and wide
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| I’ve lived for some years in the shadows
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| And my eyes are unused to this light
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| If you buy me a strong drink of whiskey
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| I will tell you the tale of my life
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| It’s long and it’s sad but it fits me
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| And it may bring a tear to your eye
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| All the men of my family were solidiers
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| The hard fightin' straight talkin' kind
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| When my turn came all that was over
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| But I’d already made up my mind
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| I was there when we blew though Grenada
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| And I still have to ask myself why
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| Then we took down that fool Noriega
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| That’s where I caught the good colonel’s eye
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| Well he asked me if I loved my country
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| And before I had time to reply
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| He regaled me with tales of past glories
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| I believed every one of his lies
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| So I left my old life behind me
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| Turned my back on my family and friends
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| And I did everything that they asked me
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| And I lost some sleep now and again
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| And I lived like a thief and assassin
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| I smuggled their poisons sometimes
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| Until I asked the wrong question in passin'
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| And the colonel himself dropped the dime
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| So if you’re ever in west Colorado
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| Tell the folks in Durango goodbye
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| There’s a price on my head and I can’t go
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| So I’ll just wait around here 'til I die |