ridin' like hell through the wind and rain
robbin' bankers and Pullman cars.
My lungs are choked with the dust of the road.
Since Frank's been gone it's a heavy load
and my bones are broke and my body is scarred.

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One more shot just for old times,
one last stand.
One more hit ought to do it
then we'll quit while we can.

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I'm gonna buy me a little farm,
get my wife and children out of harm and danger,
then I'm settling down.
This life I lead leaves me on my own,
haven't seen a friend for so damn long.
Just a-layin' low, it's got me restless again.

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Who's that knockin' at my back door?
Well it looks like Bob and Charlie Ford,
"How ya doin', boys? Won't you come on in!
Hell, I ain't even wearin' a gun,
haven't done that for so damn long.
It feels good, boys, just to have you around."

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