(Tom McKeon, Ron Peterson)
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We'd worked ourselves senseless
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Been bustin' down fences
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Drivin' dry cattle, no water in sight
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As we sat 'round the fire
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And cursed the barbed wire
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A stranger broke into our light
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Not knowin' no better
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Some fool went for leather
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But a whispered "I wouldn't"
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Put an end to the fight
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Then he said, "I'm for hire.
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"You need a rider.
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"And I don't mind ridin' at night."
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[Chorus]
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Go light on the Night Hawk
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He don't smile, he don't talk
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To strangers, and seldom to friends
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And you'll do well to listen
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When he asks you to leave him alone
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He won't ask you again
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Though the man is a myst'ry
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The story is hist'ry
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How a range fire came
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Like a thief in the night
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Took his young wife and babies
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His would-bes and maybes
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And burned out the love in his life
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[Chorus]
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Go light on the Night Hawk
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He don't smile, he don't talk
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To strangers, and seldom to friends
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And you'll do well to listen
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When he asks you to leave him alone
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He won't ask you again
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Night Hawk
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C.W. McCall |