| I ain’t sayin' I’m the chosen one
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| But I can get the job done
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| While all your heroes ride off into the sun
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| I ain’t sayin' I’m the chosen one
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| But I can get the job done
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| While all your heroes ride off into the sun
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| An old outlaw on the run
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| And I come second to none
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| And I ain’t hangin' up my guns
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| Got my hand upon my pistol
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| 'Bout to get myself a fistfull
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| Run tell your little sister
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| Let them bullets fly
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| Yeah it’s live or die
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| And I’ll be aimin' for the bullseye
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| Let them bullets fly
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| Let them fill the sky
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| And me a-aimin' for the bullseye
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| In your eyes I see a flicker
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| In your mind you think, who is quicker?
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| Will it be, him or I?
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| Before you reach for your blaster
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| You outta know who is faster
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| And I’ll be aimin' for the bullseye
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| Got my hand upon my pistol
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| Bout to get myself a fistfull
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| Run tell your little sister
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| Let them bullets fly
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| Yeah it’s live or die
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| And I’ll be aimin' for the bullseye
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| Let them bullets fly
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| Let them fill the sky
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| And me a-aimin' for the bullseye
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| Yeah I know it’s hard to understand
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| What it takes to be a man
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| It sure takes more than a gun in your hand
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| You gotta know when to pull the holster
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| And when to hold your woman closer
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| And you best be aimin' for the stars in the sky
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| Let them bullets fly
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| Yeah it’s live or die
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| And I’ll be aimin' for the bullseye
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| Let them bullets fly
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| Let them fill the sky
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| And me a-aimin' for the bullseye
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| For the bullseye |