| Well, I spent last night in Las Cruces jail
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| Rain and hail, born to fail
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| Nobody come for to go my bail
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| Sun, don’t you rise no more
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| I shot one man on the county line
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| Took his dime and I blew his mind
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| Now I’m just sitting here, doing time
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| Sun, don’t you rise no more
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| Well, a restless wind is whistling
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| Through my window, through my head
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| Through all the straits that I’ve survived
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| And in my hour of darkness
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| I keep counsel with the dead
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| Just enough to remind me I’m alive
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| I write to the governor to hear my plea
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| But he don’t even answer me
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| The judge said he’s gonna set my spirit free
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| Sun, don’t you rise no more
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| Gallows high, he chose the day
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| Friday the thirteenth of May
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| But I don’t plan to go that way
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| Sun, don’t you ruse no more
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| Goodnight, my Andalucia
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| Don’t buy all the lies that they feed you
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| And though you’re headed slowly
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| To some place I can’t respect
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| I’ll keep you in my collection of regret
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| And that’s twenty-one fell by my gun
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| Well they all fell the same
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| Just need one more to match my age
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| Then I’ll count my killing done
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| But I won’t deny my name:
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| Quickest wrist of the chaparral and sage
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| Well desperate times call for desperate men
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| I’m just a kid but I’ll pretend
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| My time will come, but until then
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| Sun, don’t you rise no more
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| But I see the gallows alter
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| That circle 'round the sun
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| They gonna hang me if I stay here
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| Shoot me if I run
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| That jailer better watch his pride
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| Or off my wrists these shackles slide
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| Hear my restless forty-five
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| Sun don’t you rise no more
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| Goodnight, my Andalucia
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| Don’t buy all the lies that they feed you
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| And though you’re headed slowly
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| To some place I can’t respect
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| I’ll keep you in my collection of regrets
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| Down the highway, down the road
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| To infamy I’ll ride
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| I’ll take my pardon on the run
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| With a trail of death behind me
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| And Deluvina at my side
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| Two silhouettes against the sun
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| Well, I spent last night in Las Cruces jail
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| Rain and hail, born to fail
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| Nobody come for to go my bail
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| Sun, don’t you rise no more |