Living on the east side, trouble's on it's way
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Get your piece together, take your place and stay
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Is your pistol loaded? ain't no room for buts
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Strangers eye to eye, hope you've got the guts
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Lawman, draw your gun
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I may be the one
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Trigger happy fingers and you give me cause
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Lawman what have I done - broken your laws?
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Strangers, Dangers
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Desert sons ride from the heat
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Little doubt, in this shootout
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Wipe off the dust from the street
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Chasing with tequila, and gypsy ladies dance
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Never thought I'd shoot again until I had the chance
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One on one I'm laughing, spit in the sand and draw
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Just not quick enough, so much for the law
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Lawman draw your gun
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I may be the one
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Knock down and drag out, the taste is in the air
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Lawman what have I done - do you really care?
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Given the limit, the job is yours today
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Just another sorry man standing in my way
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A bad lad uh huh! lives up to his role
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Live it up, laugh it up, end up in the hole
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Where you die another soul will stand
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I'll be riding riding riding across this land
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You've been shot down, now you're gonna crawl
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Those who stay alive are those who don't come out at all
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Just another shootout, one more dirty deed
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Your peacemaker's heavy, one shot's all I need
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Make your move now mister, sherrif's history
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Feelin' lucky are you? Good-bye deputy!
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Shootout
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| Razor |
