Long hard trails underneath the Texas sun
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Rode into the town I was lookin' for some action
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Drier than a cactus, had my back against the wall
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Suckin' down the hooch, when I heard the stranger yell, "Draw!"
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Tried to do some talkin', but his hand was on his gun
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I was quicker to the trigger, so now I'm on the run
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(Chorus)
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No I'm an outlaw, running like the rest
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No one buys my story, that I shot in self-defense
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Outlaw, runnin' from the pack
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Baby here they come, yeah they're breathin' down my back
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Hi-ho silver, now they're comin' after me
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Gotta keep movin' or they'll hang me from an old tree
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Tell my wife and kids I'll see them when I can
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Gotta keep movin' I am a wanted man
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Tried to do some talkin' but his gun was at my head
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Quicker to the trigger and I pumped him full of lead
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Outlaw
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| Motley Crue |
