| John Wesley Harding shot a man for snoring
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| Killed him in the bed right where he lay
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| Took a snort of whisky and went back to his sleepin
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| Rode out before they found him the next day
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| Now the brothers Frank and Jesse, No-one could be more fearsome
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| They robbed the trains and rode in the outlaw gangs
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| The civil war was over but still they fought for Dixie
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| And legend has their last name to be James
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| Livin in the west must have been the best
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| Must have been the greatest time of all
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| Me I lived in the east and I was bored to say the least
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| But I never saw those sons of guns in bar-rooms starting brawls
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| Little William Bonney, Billy the Kid they called him
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| Had to use a six-gun to survive
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| He bit the dust at twenty-one but he left a reputation
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| A notch for every year he was alive
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| Livin in the west must have been the best
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| Must have been the greatest time of all
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| Me I lived in the east and I was bored to say the least
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| But I never saw those sons of guns in bar-rooms starting brawls
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| Now the frontier days are over for William Frank and Jesse
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| And a thousand other bad guys of their day
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| But they still live on in stories and I hope they live forever
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| And to sum it up here is all that I want to say |