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We can share the women, we can share the wine. We can share what we got of yours cause we done shared all of mine. Keep on rollin, just a mile to go; Keep on rollin my old buddy, youre movin much too slow. I just jumped the watchman, right outside the fence. Took his rings, four bucks in change, aint that heaven sent? Hurts my ears to listen, shannon, burns my eyes to see; Cut down a man in cold blood, shannon, might as well been me. We used to play for silver, now we play for life; And ones for sport and ones for blood at the point of a knife. And now the die is shaken, now the die must fall. There aint a winner in the game, he dont go home with all. Not with all. Leavin texas, fourth day of july, Sun so hot, the clouds so low, the eagles filled the sky. Catch the detroit lightnin out of sante fe, The great northern out of cheyenne, from sea to shining sea. Gotta go to tulsa, first train we can ride. Gotta settle one old score, one small point of pride. There aint a place a man can hide, shannon will keep him from the sun Aint a bed can give us rest now, you keep us on the run. Jack straw from wichita cut his buddy down, And dug for him a shallow grave and laid his body down. Half a mile from tucson, by the morning light, One man gone and another to go, my old buddy youre moving much too slow. We can share the women, we can share the wine. |
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