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(Took about 30 minutes for me to write this down and get all the distorted parts. You know, the parts where you can't understand a word that's being said...)
It's all the same, only the names will change.
Everyday, It seems we're wasting away.
I know the place where the faces are so cold,
I travel all night, just to get back home.
I'm a cowboy,
On a steel horse I ride,
I'm wanted,
Dead or alive.
Wanted, dead or alive.
Sometimes I sleep, sometimes it's not for days.
The people I meet always go their seperate ways.
Sometimes you tell the day by the bottle that you drink,
Sometimes when you're alone, and all you do is think.
I'm a cowboy,
On a steel horse I ride,
I'm wanted,
Dead or alive.
Wanted, dead or alive.
Oh! And I ride!
I'm a cowboy,
On a steel horse I ride,
I'm wanted,
Dead or alive.
And I walk these streets, a loaded six-string on my back.
I play for keeps, 'cause I might not make it back.
I've been everywhere, and still I'm standin' tall.
I've seen a million faces, and I've rocked them all!
I'm a cowboy,
On a steel horse I ride,
I'm wanted,
Dead or alive.
Wanted, dead or alive.
I'm a cowboy,
I've got the night on my side,
And I'm wanted, Dead or alive.
And I ride,
Dead or alive.
I still drive,
Dead or alive.
Dead or alive,
Dead or alive.
Dead or alive,
Dead or alive.
 Prometheus-of-the-Pies · Sun Apr 10, 2005 @ 06:22pm · 0 Comments |
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