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I was born where the dust meets the sky Mama cried when I told her goodbye Didn't take long 'fore I found my trail Cards, women, whiskey and escaping jail Now every badge knows my name too well They say I'm the villain who rides through Hell I've been at both ends of a silver pistol Stared into a barrel, awaited Heaven's gates I've fought men in bars and walked out clean A coldhearted sinner, both good and mean Being an outlaw runs in my blood There's no redemption - no grace of God My horse and my gun - two soulmates from Hell We ride through the dust where the fallen dwell No preacher can save me, no lawman can tell Prepare yourselves — I'm coming, and I'm bringing Hell The sheriff and his men - picking up on my track I float through the storm - indulging the attack He swore on his badge he'd see me swing But escaping the law's always been my thing I'm a wanted man with a wicked grin The cards I was dealt - doubt I'll ever win I once loved a woman in Santa Fe She cried and cursed when I turned away Said she'd wait till my sins were gone But you can't love a killer who's on the run There's blood on my hands, dust on my trail A soul too wild to stay and live the tell My horse and my gun - two soulmates from Hell We ride through the dust where the fallen dwell No preacher can save me, no lawman can tell Prepare yourselves — I'm coming, and I'm bringing Hell The nights get cold when you ride alone Your heart turns hard as weathered stone But I still smile beneath my dusty hat For every life I took, there was a story in that And if I die by a bullet's spell You'll hear my voice from the tombstone yell Prepare yourselves — I'm coming, and I'm bringing Hell I've seen more dead than the preacher man To stay alive, I gotta do what I can I've been at both ends of a deadly piece Watched men tremble and seen them freeze I'm always messing with a flirt in a skirt Like riding with the Devil on high alert My horse and my gun - two soulmates from Hell We ride through the dust where the fallen dwell No preacher can save me, no lawman can tell Prepare yourselves — I'm coming, and I'm bringing Hell My horse still outruns the law aiming to kill Through dust and fire, I still live to tell So raise your glass and prepare for Hell A thunderstorm is coming - wish me well My horse and my gun - two soulmates from Hell We ride through the dust where the fallen dwell No preacher can save me, no lawman can tell Prepare yourselves — I'm coming, and I'm bringing Hell | ||||||||||||||
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