There's a man who comes from night
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Never born to see the light
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Uses shadowns as his bed
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As he walks among the dead
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Father reared him as a child
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Never feared he be so wild
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He always thought he'd use his sense
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But tough love has consequence
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In the streets he is the king
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Settles disputes in the ring
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One by one he takes them
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Give him a chance - it won't matter
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he won't try - he won't get any better
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I don't care what the papers say
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The big stone cowboy rules the day
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His old man he taught him well
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The glory never reached his head
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In front of TV and the crowd
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He fought and made his old man proud
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Oh but careful he was not
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He started messin' with the pot
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He did some blow and swung some caine
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Now he's in a shallow grave
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In the streets he is the king
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Settles disputes in the ring
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One by one he takes them
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It's about time he gets his head back on
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Straightened up living clean trying to get in the ring
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Big Stone
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Big Stone Cowboy
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| Spring Heeled Jack |
