(Collin Raye)
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Well Duggan was a purebred hill country kicker
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He loved to shoot his pistols
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And he loved to drink his liquor
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His daddy had long since given up on tryin'
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To tame him
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He knew he hated sweatin' in the fields
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He couldn't blame him
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But when his only son robbed the Chillicothe Flyer
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He guessed the days were numbered
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Till he'd have to face the fire
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Well Duggan rode up to the house
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His pa ran out to meet him
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He said "Son, why'd you do it?"
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Duggan said "I had my reasons"
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His daddy told him, "Boy, you've always been
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So full of juice, but any day your neck
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It will be hangin' in a noose."
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Duggan winked and mounted, stirred his
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Horse into a lather
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He never looked back... guess it really didn't matter
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It wasn't too long till a team of Texas Rangers
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Pounded on the door, man, faces
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Filled with anger
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Duggan's papa opened up, said "No need to shout,
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I don't know where he is
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But I know what he's all about."
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He likes to dance out to the edge
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He likes to cut to the chase
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You see he's never been one for reinin' back
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To a slow and steady pace
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If you ask me where he's bound
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Well, boys, I just can't respond
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But from the look in his eyes
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It's a safe bet he's headed
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To the border and beyond.
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Well the moral of this tale
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Is you can't change a leopard's spots
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Don't blame a man for failing to be
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Something that he's not
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So girl, with that in mind
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Won't you step into the light
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We'll move just left of center
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Till we finally get it right
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Remember I'm a push it to the limit
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Kind of guy
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You may ask me how we'll do it
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But no need to ask me why
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I like to dance out to the edge
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I like to cut to the chase
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You see, I've never been one for reinin' back
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To a slow and steady pace
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If you ask me where we're bound
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Well, honey, I just can't respond
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But from the look in your eyes
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It's a safe bet we're headed
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To the border and beyond.
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To The Border And Beyond
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Collin Raye |