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Stanley was a drifter back in '53 |
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Never had a bed where he could sleep |
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Ate his meals from the garbage can |
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Just walked around without a real plan |
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Found his way to the |
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Texas line |
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Traveled into our town at a quarter till nine |
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Had a few drinks at a roadside bar |
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And that's where our story really starts |
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Well it was there in the barlight in a corner booth |
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Where Stan first met the man that called himself |
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Ruth Ruth planned to rob a bank, and all |
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Stan had to do |
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Was drive the getaway car, what did he have to lose |
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It sounded good to |
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Stan cause he never had |
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No kind of money or sight that was bad |
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They take the money, skip town, and run |
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And live like two kings in the |
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Mexican sun |
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Tumbleweed blowin in the wind |
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Carried him somewhere he never should have been |
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Was it fate or just circumstance |
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Makes you wonder if he ever had a chance |
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Well across from the |
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First State |
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Bank the next day at four |
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From the drivers seat, |
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Stan watched him walk through the door |
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Whipped out his pistols and waved them all around |
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Pointed all the scared people down onto the ground |
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He took the moneybags and maybe just for fun |
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He shot two men dead and one of their sons |
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Back outside he ordered |
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Stan to drive |
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They hit the county line five minutes till five |
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Tumbleweed blowin in the wind |
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Carried him somewhere he never should have been |
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Was it fate or just circumstance |
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Makes you wonder if he ever had a chance |
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Feds caught up with them outside |
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Laredo In an ambush of bullets and a cloud of gunsmoke |
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Killed an innocent man on that day |
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Now that poor drifter has a bed where he can lay |
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Tumbleweed blowin in the wind |
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Carried him somewhere he never should have been |
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Was it fate or just circumstance |
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Makes you wonder if he ever had a chance |
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I wonder if he ever had a chance |
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I doubt Stan ever had a chance |
