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I got some big six-shooters |
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Packed up on my steed |
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And only take 'em off |
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Unless I got some flesh to feed |
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Intimidation to the max |
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Is what'll do it to me |
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I'll rip it right and rip it left |
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Just to make your heart bleed |
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Laying down in the dirt |
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A big bottle of wine |
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Rather listen to some blues |
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or love a women 'til she's blind |
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Got a lot of time to waste |
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On shining my big guns |
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When I ride into your town |
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You and your sister want some fun |
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Chorus: |
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I'm looking for a Juliet to take my cowboy blues away |
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The ten blue broken hearts behind me they're not mine |
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I'm a gunfighter looking for love |
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Gunfighter for love |
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I'm a gunfighter looking for love |
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Gunfighter for love |
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Gunfighter for love |
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Gunfighter for love |
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I'm a six foot all-American kid |
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My serial number's one nine seven six |
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Born down south where barbed wire plays |
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Where my parents met is in the U.S. of A. |
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Legendary, gunfighter |
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Buckshot,point-blank |
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Fast aim, six-shooter |
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Trail blazer, gunslinger |
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Pistol packin', rough rider |
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Wanted man, couch robber |
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Shot drinkin' cowboy |
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Gunfighter looking for love |
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I got some big six-shooters |
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Packed up on my steed |
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And only take 'em off |
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Unless I got some flesh to feed |
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Intimidation to the max |
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Is what'll do it to me |
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I'll rip it right and rip it left |
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Just to make your heart bleed |
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chorus |
