He was black as the sky on a moonless night

He was good with horses he never reined em too tight

He rode with the best hell he rode with me

and they got it all wrong in that book of history



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It wasn't cowboys and ponies it was horses and men

It wasn't school boys and Ladies it was cowtowns and sin

and there was blood on the leather and tears in her eyes

we swore at the devil and went for a ride



We told some tales he told em best

real life can always use a good stretch

but that don't change the things we did

cause the truest thing was the life that we lived



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More than one kind of pain more than one kind of theft

and its bitter as the night sweet Jesus wept

She stole my heart age stole the fire

they stole my praire when they strung all that wire



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