| He drink his last cup of coffee from the morning pot
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| Sun was going down
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| He loaded some shells in a twelve gauge shotgun
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| Got in his truck headed into town
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| He rode eleven miles stopped at a neighbor’s house
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| Said I might be gone for a while
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| If it’s not too much trouble and you get the time
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| Would you take care of cows
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| He drove into town with a bad wind blowing
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| Stopped at a bar he had frequented
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| He looked over the room with his pale green eyes
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| Had some shots off to kill
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| He walked out of the bar with a band wind blowing
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| One thing on his mind
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| He looked into the window of a small cafe
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| And already knew what he would find
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| His woman of twenty years was laughing and holding hands
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| With a man he’d never seen before
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| He went inside sat down at the table
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| Laid his shotgun on the floor
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| He never said a word and they both started crying
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| He could feel the heat in his chest
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| He could hear the bad wind howling
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| And he was ready to kill em all
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| And let God take care of the rest
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| No one will ever know why
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| He picked up the shotgun quietly left the room
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| The wind had settled down and was quiet as ashes
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| Took a deep breath and just stared at the moon
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| He felt peaceful inside headed back to his place
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| Sometimes it’s just best to ride away |