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 bad from good
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It seems people these days are wearin' all kinds of grey
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I miss them old dusters 'cause I knew where I stood


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


[Verse 2]
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But don't get me wrong, there was a lot going on back in them wild 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 man's saint


[Pre-Chorus]
N.C.
But still


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


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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 past Coeur d'Alene
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A young mother cries as she searches the eyes of a son who's known nothin' but desperate pain


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