He rode up on a winter day
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Steam rising off a streak faced bay
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Said, you probably know my name
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If you don't it's Arkansas Dave
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He talked of fifteen years ago
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And how he got the bay he rode
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Said, he killed a man in Ohio
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First man he killed, first horse he stole
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It was a long road for Arkansas Dave
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He shot and left him where he lay
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Said, he'd never forget that winter day
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He rode off on a streak faced bay
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I stood up and I shook his hand
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Told no one that I knew this man
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Started thinking of a plan
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'Bout how I'd deal him his last hand
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Didn't take him long to come unwound
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He jumped up and gunned two men down
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Ran outside to leave the town
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But ol' bay was nowhere to be found
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I hid out with my 44
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And when he walked back through the door
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I shot till I could shoot no more
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And Dave Rudabaugh fell to the floor
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It was the end of the road for Arkansas Dave
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I shot and left him where he lay
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I'll never forget that winter day
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I rode off on the streak faced bay
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No, I'll never forget that winter day
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I rode home on daddy's streak faced bay
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Arkansas Dave
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George Strait |