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Artist - Keller Williams
Song - Bounty Hunter
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"Good everning to you mister" the bounty hunter said
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"Ya dont know me but I know that there's a price on your head
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I know you're wanted dead or a live thats what the posters say
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But I never shoot a man at night when he ain't had time to pray"
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So I'll give until sunrise tomorrow my friend
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Before I come and shoot you down and bring your body in
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I warn that I do my work quite well with a gun or knife
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I've tracked down many a man I've taken many a life
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Father do not mourn for me mother do not weep
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Whatever a man soweth that also shall he reep
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I had a long long sleepless night with the fear upon my breath
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Tryin to get ready with my mornin' duel with death
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I hid up in a hayloft out on the edge of town
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And at sunrise the bounty hunter came to shoot me down
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I fired down at the bounty hunter sandin' out in the street
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He raised his gun and fired at round of shots back up at me
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He hit my chest and shoulder, my gun flew from my hand
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I am standin up in this hayloft a wounded unarmed man
Chorus
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The bounty Hunter he holds his fire and hollors up at me
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"Come out and take it like a man, I make it quick and clean"
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I now my time is runnin out and I got no time to stall
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So reach a grab the pitch fork that hangin' on the wall
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My body arches as I stretch to face the risin' sun
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And I feel like a warrior's bow, freshly carved and strung
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I launch my body through the air with the pitch fork in my hand
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Stabs the bounty hunter in the chest and pins him to the sand
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And now my muscle start to rust and my thoughts are growin' cold
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While Gabriel and Satan, shoot craps for my soul
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