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All your ol' stations are being torn down |
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And the high flying trains no longer roar |
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The floors're all sagging with boards a suffering |
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From not being used anymore. |
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Things're all changing the world's rearranging |
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A time that will soon be no more |
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Where has a slow movin' |
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Once quickdraw outlaw got to go? |
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The whiskey that once settled the dust |
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And tasted so fine now taste so faint |
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And the mem'ries that once floated out come back stronger |
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More clearly with each drink you take. |
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The women that warmed you once thought |
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So pretty now look haggard and old |
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Where has a slow movin' |
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Once quickdraw outlaw got to go? |
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The land where I travel once fashion with beauty |
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Now stands with scars on her face |
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The wide open spaces are closing in quickly |
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From the ways of the whole human race. |
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And it's not that I blame them for claiming her bounty |
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I just wish they're takin' it slow |
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'Cause where has a slow movin' |
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Once quick draw outlaw got to go? |
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Where has a slow movin' |
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Once quick draw outlaw got to go?... |
