In a cloud of dust cross Texas, south of San Antone
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The lawman and the cowboy pushed their horses on
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Racin' toward the Rio running out of time
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They had to catch the outlaws before they crossed the borderline.
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Well, the lawman wanted justice the cowboy revenge
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They tracked the Outlaws' horses up to the river's edge
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And there across the Rio a badge ain't worth a dime
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The law was in their own hands once they crossed the borderline.
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So they ride to the desert wind down a dusty trail, destiny begins
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Heroes never turn or look back
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They just ride through the sands of time on the borderline
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In the safety of the badlands the outlaws stopped their run
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The campfire rings with laughter of evil things they've done
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How they'd taken all they wanted and killed the cowboy's wife
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And knew no one would follow them, cross the borderline.
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The lawman and the cowboys stepped out of the dark
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And it was two against the twenty and every bullet found its mark
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And so goes the legend that out there in the night
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The two still ride together somewhere beyond the borderline.
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So they ride to the desert wind, down a dusty trail, destiny begins
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Heroes never turn or look back
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They just ride through the sands of time on the borderline.
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They ride to the desert wind, down a dusty trail, destiny begins
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Heroes never turn or look back.
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They ride to the desert wind, down a dusty trail, destiny begins
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Heroes never turn or look back...
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The Borderline
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