| I was born in Wild Wyoming
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| I always fancied roaming
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| Til I rode into Old Dodge City
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| Now I’ll stay there til I die
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| I’m wanted in Texas and Tennessee
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| Dead or alive Bad Sadie Lee
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| I take just what I want as I pass by
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| I can draw faster than a man can see
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| I can shoot better than Annie Oakley
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| Ain’t no-one around who shoots better than me
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| And I’ll show you just what I mean
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| Fired a shot at a buzzard on a limb
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| Killed him stone dead but it went through him
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| Shot a buffalo down in Mexico
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| Shot a blasted Jim Crow
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| In a bar I never had been
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| I don’t have to wait for Sadie Hawkins Day
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| All I have to holler is the word okay
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| They know I’ll shoot them if they run away
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| But there’s one true love I’ve had
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| The man I loved was called Daniel Boone
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| We crooned beneath the watermelon moon in June
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| But he left me for a ginger-haired ornery raccoon
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| And that’s what turned me bad |