| Well I think times are changing momma
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| Break my spirit and kill my pride
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| She might be the lawman’s daughter
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| But I’m gonna make that girl my bride
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| I said, «Son I’m sorry but that can’t happen»
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| Our kind just don’t mix with them
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| You might love the lawman’s daughter
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| But your family’s filled with wanted men
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| I said, «Oh, how bad could it be?»
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| For a law filled girl to love a man like me
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| Chasing ten car trains and whiskey dames don’t mean a thing
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| Just as long as I got her with me
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| Well you know that sheriffs been looking for you
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| He knows y’all been robbing trains
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| If he sees you with his daughter
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| He won’t stop 'til he sees you hang
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| Well Christian hearts don’t feed no families
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| Guns and trains mean moneys good
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| Tell that sheriffs that’s been looking for me
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| Hang me up, I wish you would
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| I said, «Oh, how bad could it be?»
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| For a law filled girl to love a man like me
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| Chasing ten car trains and whiskey dames don’t mean a thing
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| Just as long as I got her with me |