| Riding out to the sun,
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| On a horse with blazing guns.
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| Momma don’t come looking for me,
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| I’m spinning outta control.
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| A shakey heart is young,
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| but it’s learning how to love.
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| Momma don’t come looking for me,
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| I’m spinning outta control.
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| I’m spinning outta control.
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| And I want you to know,
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| That I’m a Lying man
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| I’m a trying man
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| And I want you to know,
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| That I’m a lying man,
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| I’m a hired band.
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| People say I’m strange,
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| so I’m trying to make a change.
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| Momma don’t come looking for me,
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| I’m spinning outta control.
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| I don’t know what I am,
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| but I’m doing the best I can.
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| Momma don’t come looking for me,
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| I’m spinning outta control.
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| I’m spinning outta control.
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| And I want you to know,
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| That I’m a Lying man
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| I’m a trying man
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| And I want you to know,
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| That I’m a lying man,
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| I’m the hired band.
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| And I want you to know,
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| That I’m a Lying man
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| I’m a trying man
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| And I want you to know,
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| That I’m a lying man,
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| I’m the hired band.
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| Singing songs of hope,
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| but I don’t know where to go.
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| Momma don’t come looking for me,
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| I’m spinning outta control.
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| The struggle days are gone,
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| but the nights are still long.
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| Momma don’t come looking for me,
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| I’m spinning outta control.
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| I’m spinning outta control.
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| And I want you to know,
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| That I’m a Lying man
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| I’m a trying man
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| And I want you to know,
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| That I’m a lying man,
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| I’m the hired band.
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| And I want you to know,
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| That I’m a Lying man
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| I’m a tired man
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| And I want you to know,
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| That I’m a lying man,
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| I’m the hired band. |