| He was just 16 and a gambling man
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| Tried to pull the wool on a perfect hand
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| Why you wanna go down a path like that
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| Once you lose your soul, you can’t go back
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| On the trail with a band of fear
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| Ain’t no place for a young man here
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| What you gonna do if you ain’t quite sure
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| So I laid a man on the devils door
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| And my head hung low in the crimson sky…
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| All dressed up and ready to… die
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| Wish I coulda changed me a better man
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| Fixin myself for one last stand
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| Roll through town like a southern wind
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| Sun-burnt face and leather skin
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| What you wanna do, with a boy like me
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| Hangman’s noose 'll only set me free
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| Dream at night when the sky goes black
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| What I could been if I took it all back
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| What you gonna do when you got no past
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| Nothing gonna change when the dye been cast
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| And my head hung low in the crimson sky…
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| All dressed up and ready to… die
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| Wish I coulda changed me a better man
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| Fixin myself for one last stand
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| Ohh… my weary heart it stumbles
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| Ohh… my soul it starts to waste
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| Ohh… and when I quake I tremble
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| Ohh… my hands they can not strangle fate
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| And my head hung low in the crimson sky…
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| All dressed up and ready to… die
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| Wish I coulda changed me a better man
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| Fixin myself for one last stand
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| Ohhhohhohhhhohhh…
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| And my head hung low in the crimson sky…
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| And my head hung low in the crimson sky…
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| And my head hung low in the crimson sky
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| All dressed up and ready to… die
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| Wish I coulda changed me a better man
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| Fixin myself for one last stand
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| And my head hung low in the crimson sky
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| All dressed up and ready to… die |