| There’s always gonna be a bad guy
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| With a black tooth grin and a notched up gun
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| And you can bet there’s gonna be a problem
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| If you call the law and they’re late showin up
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| When we can’t see the cover through the dust on our bible what s next
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| Who’s gonna ride in and save the day
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| Who’s gonna throw that big John Wayne
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| Right hook when it look’d like the every things gone to hell
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| Tell me who
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| What we need is more walk than talk in the windshield not the rear view
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| Like some long lost song
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| Cause this world’s in trouble when the cowboys gone
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| There’s always gonna be a fast horse
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| Saddled cinched up tight and ready to go
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| There’s always gonna be a stiff drink
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| Waiting in a town on down the road
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| When the dust cloud settles can you tell me who’s gonna stand up
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| Who’s gonna ride in and save the day
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| Who’s gonna throw that big John Wayne
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| Right hook when it looks like the every things gone to hell
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| Tell me who
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| What we need is more walk than talk in the windshield not the rear view
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| Like some long lost song
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| Cause this world’s in trouble when the cowboys gone
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| When all but hope is lost and rights just another word
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| Who’s gonna ride in and save the day
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| Who’s gonna throw that big John Wayne
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| Right hook when it looks like the every things gone to hell
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| Tell me who
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| What we need is more walk than talk in the windshield not the rear view
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| Like some long lost song
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| Cause this world’s in trouble when the cowboys gone |