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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. |
![Jack Straw [Live at Jahrhundert Halle, Frankfurt, Germany, April 26, 1972]](/storage/19/188202.jpg "Jack Straw [Live at Jahrhundert Halle, Frankfurt, Germany, April 26, 1972]")