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Sundown at th edge of town |
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A dark figure approaches |
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He needs no introduction |
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Everyone knows who he is |
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They say he shot a man dead in San Antone |
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And two more in Memphis |
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Deeds are the measure of a man |
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So don't take your chances |
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When Six Gun Sal rides into town |
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Nobody wants to be around |
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Shut your mouth, forget what you saw |
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It's Six Gun Sal, return of the outlaw |
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Return of the outlaw |
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Return of the outlaw |
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Weathered skin and a heart of stone |
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A lonely desperado |
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Cold black eyes with deeds to match |
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His grit is not bravado |
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When Six Gun Sal rides into town |
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Nobody wants to be around |
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Shut your mouth, forget what you saw |
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It's Six Gun Sal |
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Rumor travels faster than sound |
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Cross him boy and you'll be in the ground |
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His fuse is short and he's quick on the draw |
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Six Gun Sal, return of the outlaw |
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Return of the outlaw |
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Return of the outlaw |
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When Six Gun Sal rides into town |
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Nobody wants to be around |
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Shut your mouth, forget what you saw |
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It's Six Gun Sal |
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Rumor travels faster than sound |
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Cross him boy and you'll be in the ground |
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His fuse is short and he's quick on the draw |
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Six Gun Sal, return of the outlaw |
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Return of the outlaw |
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Return of the outlaw |
