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    I'm on the run, they aint got me yet
    A black stetson hat and a price upon my head
    I'm riding hard, high across the plains

    I gotta get some place
    Where nobody knows my name.

    And I leave that devil in the dirt
    With no medicine for his curse
    I leave the killing to the callous
    And them both to the count of ten
    I wear my pistol so it shows, dress my girl up in calico
    Gonna ride into the sun
    When the sun sets red and low
    Here I go
    Jesus sang in all minor keys
    But there aint no bars could ever hold a man like me

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    And I leave that devil in the dirt
    With no medicine for his curse
    I leave the killing to the callous
    And them both to the count of ten

    I wear my pistol so it shows
    Dress my girl up in calico
    Gonna ride into the sun
    When the sun sets red and low
    Here I go

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    Too young to die, too old to start again
    The undertakers daughter
    She don't even know my name
    Oh such a shame

    And I leave that devil in the dirt
    With no medicine for his curse
    I leave the killing to the callous
    And them both to the count of ten
    I wear my pistol so it shows
    Dress my girl up in calico
    Gonna ride into the sun
    When the sun sets red and low
    Cos ive got nothing left to lose
    Get off these dusty boots
    Ive gotta make it to the border fore
    They get me to the gallows pole
    I feel that rattle in my bones
    All the way down to mexico
    Gonna ride into the sun
    When the sun sets red and low

    Here I go
    Let the credits roll

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    Composition: Martin Harley

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