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There's guns across the river aimin' at ya. Lawman on your trail, he'd like to catch ya. Bounty hunters, too, they'd like to get ya. Billy, they don't like you to be so free. . Campin' out all ni
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Strange things have happened like never before. My baby told me I would have to go. I can't be good no more, once like I did before. I can't be good, baby. Honey, because the world gone wrong. .
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Bài hát Pretty People(Album Version) - Billy Bob Thornton. The news is full of crime. And people love to hear it. They hang on every line. Even though they fear it. As long as it is someone else
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Of war and peace the truth just twists. Its curfew gull just glides. Upon four-legged forest clouds. The cowboy angel rides. With his candle lit into the sun. Though it's glow is waxed in black.
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Can't you hear that rooster crowing?. Rabbit running down across the road. Underneath the bridge where the water flows through. So happy just to see you smile. Underneath the sky of blue. On this
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Most of the time. I'm clear focused all around. Most of the time. I can keep both feet on the ground. I can follow the path. I can read the sign. Stay right with it when the road unwinds. I can
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Come you ladies and you gentlemen and listen to my song. Sing it to you right, but you might think it's wrong. Just a little glimpse of a story I'll tell. 'Bout an east coast city that you all know
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This morning I woke up in a curfew;. O God, I was a prisoner, too - yeah!. I could not recognize the faces standing over me;. They were all dressed in uniforms of brutality, brutality, Yeah. How m
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Crash on the levee, mama. Water's gonna overflow. Swamp's gonna rise. And no boat's gonna row. You can train on down. To Williams Point. You can bust your feet. You can rock this joint. But oh
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10. 000 men on a hill. 10. 000 men on a hill. Some of them going down some of them gonna get killed. . 10. 000 men dressed in Oxford blue. 10. 000 men dressed in Oxford blue. Drummin in the
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A worried man with a worried mind. No one in front of me and nothing behind. There's a woman on my lap and she's drinking champagne. Got white skin, got assassin's eyes. I'm looking up into the sa
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I am a lonesome hobo. Without family or friends. Where another man's life might begin. That's exactly where mine ends. I have tried my hand at bribery. Blackmail and deceit. And I've served time
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Why did you go. Restin' your soul. Restin' your soul. Now I have to go. Travelin' alone. Travelin' alone. . I don't blame you in. So many different ways. I might have done the. Same myself.
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In the time of my confession, in the hour of my deepest need. When the pool of tears beneath my feet flood every newborn seed. There's a dying voice within me reaching out somewhere. Toiling in the
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Covenant Woman got a contract with the Lord. Way up yonder, great will be her reward. Covenant woman, shining like a morning star. I know I can trust you to stay anywhere you are. . Yes and I jus
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Just like old Saxophone Joe. When he's got the hogshead up on his toe. Oh me, oh my. Love that country pie. . Listen to the fiddler play. When he's playin' 'til the break of day. Oh me, oh my.
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