| Bullet in my shoulder
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| Blood running down my vest
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| Twenty in the posse
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| And they’re never gonna let me rest
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| 'Till I became a wanted man
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| Well, I never even owned a gun
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| Now they own me like a mountain cat
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| And I’m always on the run
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| Well I killed poor Jed Bryce
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| In a bad Laredo fight
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| I killed him with my bare hands
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| For the girl I loved that night
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| Jed’s brothers out to get me
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| He’s coming with his gang
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| And I’d rather shoot it out by God
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| Than let them watch me hang
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| Bullet in my shoulder
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| Blood running down my vest
|
| Twenty in the posse
|
| And they’re never gonna let me rest
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| 'Till I became a wanted man
|
| Well, I never even owned a gun
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| Now they own me like a mountain cat
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| And I’m always on the run
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| She had spangles on her wedding dress
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| She had laughter in her voice
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| And when I tried to put my hands on her
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| My heart left me no choice
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| Now was she really worth it
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| I guess I’ll never know
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| She’ll be drinking someone else’s rye
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| When I’m six feet below
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| Bullet in my shoulder
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| Blood running down my vest
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| Twenty in the posse
|
| And they’re never gonna let me rest
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| 'Till I became a wanted man
|
| Well, I never even owned a gun
|
| Now they own me like a mountain cat
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| And I’m always on the run |