We can share the women, we can share the wine.
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We can share what we got of yours 'cause we done shared all of mine.
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Keep on rollin', just a mile to go;
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Keep on rollin' my old buddy, you're movin' much too slow.
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I just jumped the watchman, right outside the fence.
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Took his rings, four bucks in change, ain't that Heaven sent?
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Hurts my ears to listen, Shannon, burns my eyes to see;
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Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon, might as well been me.
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We used to play for silver, now we play for life;
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And one's for sport and one's for blood at the point of a knife.
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And now the die is shaken, now the die must fall.
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There ain't a winner in the game, he don't go home with all.
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Not with all.
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Leavin' Texas, fourth day of July,
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Sun so hot, the clouds so low, the eagles filled the sky.
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Catch the Detroit Lightnin' out of Sante Fe,
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The Great Northern out of Cheyenne, from sea to shining sea.
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Gotta go to Tulsa, first train we can ride.
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Gotta settle one old score, one small point of pride.
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There ain't a place a man can hide, Shannon will keep him from the sun
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Ain't a bed can give us rest now, you keep us on the run.
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Jack Straw from Wichita cut his buddy down,
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And dug for him a shallow grave and laid his body down.
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Half a mile from Tucson, by the morning light,
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One man gone and another to go, my old buddy you're moving much too slow.
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We can share the women, we can share the wine.
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Jack Straw
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