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My horse is kicking dust up off the trail,
I'm just getting back from a trip
to HELL.
My six gun she's strapped by my side,
"Thunder" is the horse I ride.
And it seems to me this is one
hell of a way,
for a man like me to earn that pay.
Outlaws on the loose.
running, running from the noose.
Blue
steel flashing, hot lead flying,
I wonder what they feel like
when they're dying.
Someday soon it might be my turn,
is
it worth the money I earn?
...I'm a bounty hunter, I'll hunt
you down, I will.
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