I still can picture him: his hands in his back pockets.
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He wasn't much for words, but when the wise kids made a racket he'd just have to go downtown, throw his weight around before starting over.
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"Say did you hear I've got a band?
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Some guys I know from L.A.
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We'll own the Rio Grande.
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I'll pay you back next Friday.
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You know it sure ain't big, just some cats I dig.
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They said they'd do the gig."
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Oh Desperado, why don't you spend your life in Colorado?
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Oh Restless Shadow, out in the blue hills you're feeling hollow.
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Oh El Diablo, why did you spend your life in California?
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I should have warned ya.
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No place to go now but falling over.
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Some hands can't make it on the run, under the gun.
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Not for the younger.
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Oh Jack Daniels, I feel your hunger.
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I know you did your best, but you thought that you did not.
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I wish that I had known before I heard the last shot.
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You know, it's not a sin, that little badge of tin.
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Just a momento.
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So sad you loved in vain.
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My comrades lost in battle.
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The music wars are done from London to Seattle.
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We all pay to play and all our yesterdays are starting over.
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Oh Desperado, why don't you spend your life in Colorado?
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Oh Restless Shadow, out on the blue hills you're feeling hollow.
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Oh El Diablo, why did you spend your life in California?
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I should have warned ya.
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No place to go now but falling over.
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Ready to die.
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Now he's ready to die.
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Under The Gun [For Jeffrey Lee Pierce]
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| Blondie |
