| She was walking in the desert
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| Just the other day
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| The sun felt so good
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| She jumped up and hollered, hey
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| That was her first mistake
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| It brought a buzzard down
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| He said, well, how do you do, maam
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| My name is Buzzy Brown
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| He told her he was a good man
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| And had nothing to hide
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| He was living by the Bible
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| And felt real clean inside
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| She thought he was a good man
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| And he wouldn’t mess around
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| Cause she’d never met a bad cat
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| By the name Buzzy Brown
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| He took her to his home
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| He said, the Lord lived inside
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| Come on in and by the Good Book
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| We’ll abide
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| But when she went in
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| The door locked from the outside
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| And she found out real soon
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| That old Mr. Brown had lied
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| When she finally came out
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| There was hate in her eyes
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| And she headed back to town
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| To tell her real man of his lies
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| She huffed and she puffed
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| Till she finally tracked him down
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| She found him in a tavern
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| Drinking round after round
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| She said, Leroy
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| I met this man today
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| And he really did me wrong
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| He told me he was pure
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| But there were flat notes in his song
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| So, I’m telling you
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| That before my hand is won
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| There’s been a crime done to me
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| And justice must be done
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| So you run right home
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| Get your gun and make it shine
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| Go out and find that man
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| And make him pay for his crime
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| Come on, come on, Leroy
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| Get your gun, get your gun
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| Go out and win my honor back
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| Before the day is done
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| Come on, come on, Leroy
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| Get your gun, get your gun
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| Go out and kill that man
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| Before the setting of the sun
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| Leroy went home and he got his gun
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| And he headed outta town
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| He went looking real hard
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| For old bad Buzzy Brown
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| Up the hills and down the hills
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| He rode all day
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| Till finally from above
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| He heard someone holler, hey
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| My name’s Buzzy Brown
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| I heard you been looking for me
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| Well, let’s you and I sit down
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| And talk real peacefully
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| And by this time, tired Leroy
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| Said, that’s where it’s at
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| Me and Mr. Brown
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| Will have a real nice chat
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| So they sat down together
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| And they had a taste of wine
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| And in a little bit
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| They’re having a real nice time
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| Then Leroy turned around
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| As there was a crack
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| His good old buddy, Buzzy Brown
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| Had shot Leroy in the back
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| Then Buzzy Brown headed back to town
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| He found Leroy’s girl there
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| Told her what had happened
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| But she had nothing to fear
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| Cause now, he was her man
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| He’d take care of her
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| She said, well, of course, baby
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| And I’m yours, for sure
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| But little did he know
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| That there’d be another Mr. Brown
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| And she’d come running and puffing hard
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| And heading back to town saying
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| Come on, Mr. Brown
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| Get your gun, get your gun
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| Go out and win my honor back
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| Before the day is done
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| Come on, Mr. Brown
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| Get your gun, get your gun
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| Go out and kill that man
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| Before the setting of the sun
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| (Repeats to fade)
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| Now the moral of the story
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| Really comes as no surprise
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| Fellas, you shouldn’t be too quick
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| To go home and get your guns out
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| Till you stop flying with your
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| Fuzzy brothers in the sky |