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To the sound of shotgun fire he rides into the horizon and disappears like a ghost in the night like a shadow without a place to find some peace |
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He's on the run |
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He is a real son of a gun |
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But there's no turning back |
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He's a wanted man a long way from home |
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He's a wanted man |
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His name is |
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Young Blood |
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On a trail to the shady land |
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And he's hunted by the lawman right behind |
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He tried to prove his innocence |
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But all he got was another bounty on his head |
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On the run |
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He is a real son of a gun |
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But there's no turning back |
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He's a wanted man a long way from home |
|
He's a wanted man |
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His name is |
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Young Blood |
|
He's a wanted man a long way from home |
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He's a wanted man |
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His name is |
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Young Blood |
