| We were riding through the flatlands
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| We were searching for two prisoner
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| Who just broke jail
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| A tall one and a lean one
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| Rode a chestnut stallion
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| And the word was that the main man
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| Well he was mean as hell
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| An outlaw is a man
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| Who never understands
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| A word called danger
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| He learns to shoot and ride as a child
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| And to never trust a stranger
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| And he’s always called a better man
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| We chased him to the border
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| All the way to El Paso
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| The ride was long, the ride was hard
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| But the sheriff said we can’t let 'em go
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| He said let me tell you something
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| I’ve been tracking for a long time
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| They never trust a stranger
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| And they take care of their own
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| An outlaw is a man
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| Who never understands
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| A word called danger
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| He learns to shoot and ride as a child
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| And to never trust a stranger
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| And he’s always called a better man
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| Today’s man is an outlaw
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| On that long road to freedom
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| You work him to take his pride
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| And then you try to cheat him
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| Then one day you figure out
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| It’s a long long story
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| An outlaw is a man who takes care of his own
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| An outlaw is a man
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| Who never understands
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| A word called danger
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| He learns to shoot and ride as a child
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| And to never trust a stranger
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| And he’s always called a better man |