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Gypsies danced around the campfire, shook their tambourines |
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They were waiting for the ghost of an outlaw, Sundown was his name |
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As the midnight hour grew closer and the sky began to fall |
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You can see his shadow by the light of the moon |
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They had heard the gypsies' call |
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She had hair as black as darkness, eyes of emerald green |
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Oh, her voice was soft and tender, oooh she loved sing |
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She will sing no more, or dance again or shake her tambourines |
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They had taken her away, she was dead and gone, hear the gypsies sing |
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Ooh, hurry Sundown (the gypsies' cry) |
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Ooh, hurry Sundown |
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Ooh, hurry Sundown (the gypsies' cry) |
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Hurry Sundown |
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Ooh, hurry Sundown (the gypsies' cry) |
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Ooh, hurry Sundown |
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Ooh, hurry Sundown (the gypsies' cry) |
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Silver devils in his holsters, stars strapped to his heels |
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There was fire in his eyes, they say that he was dressed to kill |
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He had hands as fast as lightning, a heart as cold as steel |
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He had come for the one that took her life, to lie him in Boot Hill |
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Gypsies danced around the campfire, shook their tambourines |
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They were waiting for the ghost of an outlaw, Sundown was his name |
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As the midnight hour grew closer and the sky began to fall |
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You can see their shadows in the light of the moon |
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They had heard the gypsies' call |
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Ooh, hurry Sundown |
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Ooh, hurry Sundown |
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Ooh, hurry Sundown |
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Ooh, hurry Sundown |
