He was black as the sky on a moonless night
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He was good with horses he never reined em too tight
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He rode with the best hell he rode with me
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and they got it all wrong in that book of history
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Chorus
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It wasn't cowboys and ponies it was horses and men
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It wasn't school boys and Ladies it was cowtowns and sin
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and there was blood on the leather and tears in her eyes
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we swore at the devil and went for a ride
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We told some tales he told em best
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real life can always use a good stretch
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but that don't change the things we did
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cause the truest thing was the life that we lived
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Chorus
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More than one kind of pain more than one kind of theft
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and its bitter as the night sweet Jesus wept
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She stole my heart age stole the fire
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they stole my praire when they strung all that wire
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Chorus
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Went for a Ride
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| Radney Foster |
