Louis Lamour

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[Verse 1]
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Readin' old westerns with them white
 and black Stetsons
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They made it real simple to tell 
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bad from good
It seems people these days are 
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wearin' all kinds of grey
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I miss them old dusters 'cause I 
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knew where I stood


[Chorus]
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You can't count anymore on Louis 
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L'Amour to paint you the lay of the
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 land
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And tell you who's on your side 
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stride for stride and who's gonna
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 ride for the brand


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[Verse 2]
But don't get me wrong, there was 
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a lot going on back in them wild 
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lawless days
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Not every gunfight was won by the 
good guys
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And one person's outlaw was another
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 man's saint


[Pre-Chorus]
N.C.
But still


[Chorus]
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You can't count anymore on Louis 
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L'Amour to show you the lay of the 
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land
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Tell you who's on your side stride
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 for stride and who's gonna ride 
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for the brand


[Break]

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[Verse 3]
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That old Russell hangs in a busted 
up frame
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In a tire shop off the highway out 
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past Coeur d'Alene
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A young mother cries as she 
searches the eyes of a son who's 
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known nothin' but desperate pain


[Other]
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A young mother cries as she 
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searches the skies for a time 
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before meth hit our great western 
range