| The sun is out, my lips are red
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| Another town is up ahead
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| Grab a shot and choke it down
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| Flee from the site without a sound
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| The dusty trail and U.S. mail
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| The desert haze and cactus
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| Got a job that I must do
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| If I don’t die before I’m through
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| Long riders, dying breed
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| Leather pouch is all I need
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| Got a job that must be done
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| Ride away into the sun
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| The sun is set, I’ve won my bet
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| Lived through the day, collect my pay
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| I’ll saddle up next time in town
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| So I can bring the mail down
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| The dusty trail and U.S. mail
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| The desert haze and cactus
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| Got a job that I must do
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| If I don’t die before I’m through
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| Long riders, dying breed
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| Leather pouch is all I need
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| Got a job that must be done
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| Ride away into the sun |