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(Nelson) |
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Was it bitter then, |
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With our backs against the wall? |
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(Kristofferson) |
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Were we better men, |
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Than we'd ever been before? |
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(Nelson) |
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Say, if she came again today, |
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Would you still answer to the call? |
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(Kristofferson) |
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Tell the truth my friend, |
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Don't it matter anymore? |
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(Nelson) |
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We were simple men, |
|
By her side when she was born. |
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(Kristofferson |
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Spoken |
|
) |
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Talkin' about the dream. |
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(Cash |
|
Sung |
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It was simple then, |
|
Like the freedom when you fall. |
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And we were smaller then you see, |
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But soon we gathered like a storm. |
|
They don't understand |
|
What that thunder meant at all. |
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(Instrumental break) |
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(Nelson) |
|
Was he crucified, |
|
Was he done in by the law? |
|
(Kristofferson) |
|
Are you satisfied, |
|
That he'll never ride again? |
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(Jennings) |
|
Some people say he got away, |
|
They say he never died at all. |
|
(Cash) |
|
If that story's true, |
|
Does it bother you my friend? |
|
(Kristofferson) |
|
Was it bitter then, |
|
With our backs against the wall? |
|
Spoken |
|
Say, two thousand years ago. |
|
(Nelson |
|
Sung |
|
) |
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Were we better men, |
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Than we'd ever been before? |
|
Spoken |
|
Or two hundred years ago. |
|
(Kristofferson |
|
Sung |
|
) |
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Say, if she came again today, |
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Would you still answer to the call? |
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(Cash) |
|
Spoken |
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Or tomorrow.) |
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(Kristofferson |
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Sung |
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) |
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Tell the truth my friend, |
|
Don't it matter anymore? |
