Put the horses in the stable
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Load the mules on the train
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Set your pistols on the table
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leave the dogs out in the rain
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Take the money that they gave you
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Hide it in a mason jar
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Nobody now can save you
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It don¡¯t matter where you are
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Turn your light down low
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hear the four wins blow
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bow your head to pray
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it ain¡¯t what you planed
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you got one last stand
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let the music play
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Left for dead in southern Georgia
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at the hands of hapless john
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with your baby waitin¡¯ for ya¡¯
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You were.... before the dawn
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you know your shakin hands wil
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when your mouth is goin dry
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when that law man back in datin
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wouldn¡¯t look you in the eye
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He was nothing but a drifter
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and he came to play the part
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disquised as luke the drifter
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talk about a cheatin heart
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when he rode into your town
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same old indian giver
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struck a match and burned. .. down
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Now your alone and barely breathing
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looking down from up above
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needing something to believe in
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one lonely truth and love
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and the storm is slowly dying
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at the breaking of the day
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all the steel guitars are crying
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I¡¯m rollin¡¯ down that lost highway
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Let The Music Play
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| Robert Earl Keen |
