| Tonight I’m gonna sleep in a good hotel
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| A nice warm bed, if all goes well
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| I’ve been out in the badlands, twenty one days
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| Tracking my bounty down
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| He was only a kid, maybe seventeen
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| But he traded love away for a streak of mean
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| Now he’s tied to my saddle, with his head hung low
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| Out on the Glory Road
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| So all you downtown ladies, won’t you
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| down
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| Got some gold in my saddle bags
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| I’d trade it for a smile
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| Let have dinner on the devil tonight
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| Tomorrow there’ll be hell to pay
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| Won’t you come along
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| I’ll be riding on The Glory Road someday
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| Two men painted painted on a midnight sky
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| One slung low, the other riding high
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| I wonder if anybody knows just why
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| I had to shoot him down
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| And now I’d lay me down to rest
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| God bless the boy, my bullet in his chest
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| But you can’t bless me, 'cause I lost my soul
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| Out on the Glory Road
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| So all you downtown ladies, won’t you
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| down
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| Got some gold in my saddle bags
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| I’d trade it for a smile
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| Let have dinner on the devil tonight
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| Tomorrow there’ll be hell to pay
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| Won’t you come along
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| I’ll be riding on The Glory Road someday
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| Won’t you come along
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| I’ll be riding on The Glory Road someday |