| My daddy told me, «Boy, you only shoot to kill»
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| I’m livin' just for that thrill
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| Nobody hurts me 'cos the payback’s twice as bad
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| In this town you don’t make a man mad
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| Ted McKinley’s dying at the wheel of his truck
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| The engine running 'til it seized up
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| And nobody heard a thing, not a shout or gun shot ring
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| Just a smell of diesel in the dust
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| McKinley wouldn’t back down from any man alive
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| But you need to if you’re to survive
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| The folks in town wanna settle their score
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| By using their own kinda law
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| Ted McKinley’s dying at the wheel of his truck
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| The engine running 'til it seized up
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| And nobody heard a thing, not a shout or gun shot ring
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| Just a smell of diesel in the dust, diesel in the dust
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| No one had seen a thing when the sheriff’s car pulled in
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| Just the silence you get from kin to kin
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| The preacher bowed his head, glad that he was dead
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| And the better, the least that was said
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| Ted McKinley’s dying at the wheel of his truck
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| The engine running 'til it seized up
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| And nobody heard a thing, not a shout or gun shot ring
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| Just a smell of diesel in the dust
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| In this town there was a man out on his own
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| With no account of how he stood alone
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| Nobody heard a thing, not a shout or gun shot ring
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| Just the smell of diesel in the dust, diesel in the dust |