.From Houston to New Orleans,
To the badlands way out west,
A high rider way beneath the sun,
When my work is done,
There's no place I'm goin' to,
That's the life of a Hired Gun,
Sheriff and his posse they came riding after me,
Spend my time living on the run,
Well no .
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