| I’m trapped on this mountain, two more hours 'til dawn
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| If they’d come in the morning, I’ll have both guns drawn
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| I looked down the canyon, I can see their fires
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| All of my companions captured or expired
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| And if I should fail on this fearful trail
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| Surrounded and alone and still pursued
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| If I don’t prevail, if you get this mail
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| Know the last thing that I think of will be you
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| I’ve seen storms erasing every dream I knew
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| But this danger I’m facing is the worst I’ve gone through
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| Your picture before me laying on a stone
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| The one where you’re smiling, holding one red rose
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| And if I should fail on this fearful trail
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| Surrounded and alone and still pursued
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| If I don’t prevail, if you get this mail
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| Know the last thing that I think of will be you
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| If they come with the rising sun, I will know by the hush of the birds
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| And the snapping of the twigs as they move in
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| I got a canteen full of rum if the worst occurs
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| I will drink it dry before the end begins
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| And if I should fail on this fearful trail
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| Surrounded and alone and still pursued
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| If I don’t prevail, if you get this mail
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| Know the last thing that I think of will be you
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| And if I should fail on this fearful trail
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| Surrounded and alone and still pursued
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| If I don’t prevail, if you get this mail
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| Know the last thing that I think of will be you |