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On the run, under the gun. |
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Wanted dead or alive for the things |
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I've done. |
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Misunderstood for the common good. |
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But bullets don't reason when they call you the kid. |
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Like my father before me |
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I'm a wanted man. |
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Condemned without reason. |
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With a price on my head and a gun in my hand. |
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So come on. |
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I'm a rock 'n roll bandit. |
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With my gun by my side |
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I ride into the night. |
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An outlaw, above the law. |
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A regulator riding with the wind and a cause. |
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All for one and one for all. |
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Just four desperadoes and |
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I like those odds. |
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Like my brother beside me |
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I'm a wanted man. |
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Condemned without reason. |
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With a price on my head and a gun in my hand. |
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So come on. |
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With my gun by my side |
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I ride into the night. |
