D'awwh, bless.
Now the morning passed so quickly and it was time for them to meet It was twenty past eleven when they rode out in the street Folks were watchin' from their windows, Every body held their breath, They knew this handsome ranger was about to meet his death, About to meet his death
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It was over in a moment and the crowd all gathered 'round There before them lay the body of the outlaw on the ground Oh, he might have went on livin' but he made one fatal slip When he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip, Big iron on his hip
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Big iron, big iron, Oh he tried to match the ranger with the big iron on his hip, Big iron on his hip
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This will be a fun read! a real bopper!
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