| First time ol' Dood
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| Laid eyes on Juanita
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| He knew then and there
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| She was the one
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| She gave him a love
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| Every man knows is needed
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| She gave him a daughter
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| She gave him a son
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| One day while Juanita
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| Was out in the garden
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| A bandit rode up
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| Without making a sound
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| Dood was working the plow
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| Far away from his rifle
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| Tried to get to it
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| But the Bandit drew down
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| Last thing he remembered
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| Was Juanita screaming
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| As the world faded black
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| And Dood crumpled down
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| When he came to, the bandit
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| Was nowhere to be seen
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| His true love Juanita
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| Nowhere to be found
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| A man and his rifle
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| A mule and his hound
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| One in the saddle
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| One on the ground
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| He saw the ball had passed through
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| Clean as a church floor
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| And the wound was washed up
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| By Sam his old hound
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| So he saddled up Shamrock
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| And powdered his rifle
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| And put on his old hat
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| Worn, weathered, and brown
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| Told his son to stay strong
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| Take care of his sister
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| Till Daddy returned
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| With Mama safe and sound
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| Then they set out together
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| To go find Juanita
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| Ol' Dood in the saddle
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| And Sam on the ground
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| Vowing never to stop
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| Till Juanita is found
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| A man and his rifle
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| A mule and his hound
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| One in the saddle
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| One on the ground
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| One in the saddle
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| One on the ground |