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Last Gunfighter Ballad
The old gunfighter on the porch. Stared into the sun. And relived the days of living by the gun. When deadly games of pride were played. And living was mistakes not made.
Let Him Roll
He's a wino, tried and true.. Done about everything there is to do.. He worked on freighters, he worked in bars.. He worked on farms, 'n he worked on cars..
Like A Coat From The Cold
I found comfort and courage in bottles of whiskey. I swear to you friends that that life is some risky. I have backed away quickly from those who tried to burn me.
L.a. Freeway
Pack up all your dishes.. Make note of all good wishes.. Say goodbye to the landlord for me.. That son of a bitch has always bored me.. . Throw out them LA papers.
L.a. Freeway
Pack up all the dishes. Make a note of all good wishes. Say goodbye to the landlord for me. All you know he always bored me. . And throw out all those L.A. papers.
Like A Coat From The Cold
I found comfort and courage in bottles of whiskey. I swear to you friend that old high life sure gives me a scare. Now I walked away lonely from those I thought would burn me.
L.a. Freeway
Pack up all the dishes. Make a note of all good wishes. Say goodbye to the landlord for me. All you know he always bored me. . And throw out all those L.A. papers.
Lower Broad St. Blues
I just blew back in town. So I thought I'd hang around. I ain't got nothin' else to do. Don't see a soul I know. This street done took it's toll. Got them ol' lower Broad St. Blues.
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