Well a man come on the 6 oclock news

Said somebodys been shot, somebodys been abused

Somebody blew up a building

Somebody stole a car

Somebody got away

Somebody didnt get too far yeah

They didnt get too far



Grandpappy told my pappy, back in my day, son

A man had to answer for the wicked that he done

Take all the rope in Texas

Find a tall oak tree, round up all of them bad boys

Hang them high in the street for all the people to see that



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Justice is the one thing you should always find

You got to saddle up your boys

You got to draw a hard line

When the gun smoke settles well sing a victory tune

Well all meet back at the local saloon

Well raise up our glasses against evil forces

Singing whiskey for my men, beer for my horses



We got too many gangsters doing dirty deeds

Weve got too much corruption, too much crime in the streets

Its time the long arm of the law put a few more in the ground

Send em all to their maker and hell settle em down

You can bet hell set em down cause



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