These eyes that are worn from the road
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Dirt Tears run never ending
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The prize that keeps me from home
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It's gone but keeps pretending
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A journey that i walk alone
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The sky its line and this run
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Clouds of dust as i kick them bones
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My Boots my pride and my gun
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Its all i can do to recall
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that time is still against me
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The Days are as long as the road
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Neck burns the night set me free
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The sky its line and this run
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And i cry out Wyoming
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My boots my pride and my gun
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And i cry out Wyoming
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Out here will i die alone
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Never laid to rest
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Another passing man kicks my bones
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Buck wild will my ghost ever pass
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Wyoming
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| Brand New Sin |
