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On a palomino, silver jangling spurs.
Wide eyed & breathing fast I emptied my gun.
Running on the back trails, hiding in hog pens.
Just a voice crying in the wilderness.
Drifters & misfits.
Slow Horses, Bad Whisky & Good Friends will all get you killed in the end.
Everybody knows how you make a six gun jump, just like a fist full of diamonds.
Death never rides alone.
The losing side’s always full of confusion.
Faith can move mountains but it can’t beat a faster draw.
It made better sense when you was drinkin’ somewhere near Mexico.
Death never rides alone.
On a palomino, silver jangling spurs.
Wide eyed & breathing fast I emptied my gun.
Running on the back trails, hiding in hog pens.
Just a voice crying in the wilderness.
Drifters & misfits…
Slow Horses, Bad Whisky & Good Friends…

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