We can share the women
We can share the wine
We can share what we got of yours
'Cause we done shared all of mine
Keep on rolling
Just a mile to go
Keep on rolling, my old buddy
You're moving much too slow
I just jumped the watchman
Right outside the fence
Took his rings, four bucks in change
Ain't that Heaven sent?
Hurts my ears to listen, Shannon
Burns my eyes to see
Cut down a man in cold blood, Shannon
Might as well be me
We used to play for silver
Now we play for life
And one's for sport and one's for blood
At the point of a knife
And now the die is shaken
Now the die must fall
There ain't a winner in the game
He don't go home with all
Not with all
Leaving Texas
Fourth day of July
Sun so hot, the clouds so low
The eagles filled the sky
Catch the Detroit Lightning
Out of Sante Fe
The Great Northern out of Cheyenne
From sea to shining sea
Gotta go to Tulsa
First train we can ride
Gotta settle one old score
One small point of pride
There ain't a place a man can hide, Shannon
Will keep him from the sun
Ain't a bed can give us rest now
You keep us on the run
Jack Straw from Wichita
Cut his buddy down
And dug for him a shallow grave
And laid his body down
Half a mile from Tucson
By the morning light
One man gone and another to go, my old buddy
You're moving much too slow
We can share the women
We can share the wine
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