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Intro:
1st vrs:
Saddle bags were brimming, with the stolen gold
His outlaw heart was racing on a winter night so cold
He happened on a homestead, looking for a bed
" Hey now mister can I rest my weary head "
2nd:
He sat down with the old man, sharing a glass of apple cider wine
Telling of a posse behind him and of running out of time
" Son if your`e an outlaw, please dont tell me no more "
" Because you are on my land now and you`ll be safe for sure"
Chrs:
Outlaw keepers learn to bolt the door
They`re just old cowboys whove seen so much more
They wont trust no one they haven`t seen before
But for a price of gold you can sleep on the floor
Lead:
Repeat chrs:
Lead out:
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