In the southern part of texas, east and west of el paso
Where the mighty franklin mountains guard the trail to mexico.
There
And i guess that devil
There
A young man in the saddle with his coat tails in the breeze.
Got a six gun on his right hip and a rifle at his knee,
And he
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Poor billy bonney, you
Pat garrett
Each notch you carved on your six-gun
Well, you
Them fancy clothes you
Can
As you ride across the badlands with a [g]price upon your head,
[em]now that wheel or fortune starts to [am]turn.
[am]your reputation
And there ain
And i guess you
And when you [em]shake hands with the devil you get [am]burned.
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