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In from the coast, riding like the wind and racing the moon, |
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Shadows on the road, dancing and a-weaving like a crazy fool. |
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A horseman is coming, death in his heart, for a rendezvous, |
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And where the traveller goes, nobody knows, |
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Where the traveller goes, nobody knows.... |
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A candle in the night, fear on every face when he goes inside, |
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"Maybe he's on the run," |
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Get back from the bar, a stranger in town is a dangerous sight, |
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"Maybe he's got a gun," |
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"Bring a bottle of whisky landlord, I want to talk for a while," |
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And where the traveller goes, a cold wind blows, |
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Where the traveller goes, a cold wind blows, |
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There is something in his eyes, something in his hands, |
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You can almost smell his revenge, |
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And whoever he is after, it will be disaster, |
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This man is gonna take him to the very end; |
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Well the landlord he trembled, staring at a face he'd seen somewhere before, |
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"You laid him in the ground," |
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Suddenly remembered a killing, yes a murder many years before, |
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"'T was you that shot him down," |
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He said to a boy, "Saddle me the black, I'll meet you down below, |
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With this man I must talk, with this traveller I'll go, |
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With this man I must talk, yes with him I must go, |
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There is something in his eyes, something in his hands, |
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I can almost smell his revenge, |
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And it's me that he's after, it will be disaster, |
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This man is gonna take me to the very end," |
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And they were never seen again! |