| Back in the 18th Century
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| When the west is wild as the eye could see
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| Pack up the wife and the wagon get some land for free.
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| Follow this trail to liberty
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| And oh, its a good ol' day to day to die
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| But I ain’t gonna die today.
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| Dangerous road I don’t think its not
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| where the sun is blazin' and my steel is hot
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| they carry rounds and my guns are out,
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| I go clack clack clack
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| so they can strech out.
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| In a box, Its a good ol' day to day to die
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| But I ain’t gonna die today.
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| Lost out in the dust, its a hustle its a bustle
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| I’ve been lookin' to hell to get out… alone
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| Death comes a knockin' like a bullet from the shadow
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| Oh my god!!! |
| I’m not ready for the light.
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| Men in black and poachers from the east,
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| So take your wife and the wagon and your family
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| You’re never gonna get out of here alive
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| So up under this chin I blaze my .45
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| I said lord. |
| But its a good ol' day to day to die
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| But I ain’t gonna die today. |