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We can share the women, We can share the wine
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We can share what we got of yours 'cause we done shared all of mine
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Keep on rolling, Just a mile to go
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Keep on rolling, my old buddy you're moving much too slow
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I just jumped the watch man right outside the fence
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Took his ring, four bucks in change, ain't that heaven-sent?
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Hurts my ears to listen, burns my eyes to see
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Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon, might as well be me
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We used to play for silver now we play for life
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One's for sport and one's for blood at the point of a knife
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Now the die is shaken, Now the die must fall
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There ain't a winner in the game you don't go home with all… Not with all…
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Leaving Texas fourth day of July
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Sun so hot, clouds so low the eagles filled the sky
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Catch the Detroit Lightning out of Santa Fe
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Great Northern out of Cheyenne from sea to shining sea
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Gotta get to Tulsa first train we can ride
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Got to settle one old score one small point of pride
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Ain't no place a man can hide, Shannon, we'll keep you from the sun
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Ain't no bed will give us rest, man, you keep us on the run
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Jack Straw from Wichita cut his buddy down
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Dug for him a shallow grave and laid his body down
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Half a mile from Tucson by the morning light
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One man gone and another to go my old buddy you're moving much too slow….
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We can share the women, we can share the wine…
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