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The is Krayzie, big bad ass bone, Wanted up for all the gold that I stole, Along some cash I even took the mayor's daughter, Now that there's kidnap, but she was with us so I her. Dun got myself a whole heap of trouble, Double by the law so it's nobody to run to, Yeah just me and my sawed-off shotgun, I dun now call him I'm headed for the west heard they got a couple in town That ain't held up yet, well uh, I ought to make it by sundown, I figure enough time for me to get the whole rundown, So I my mission, it's gettin' dark So now I'm watching for damn injuns, They to catch up then they rob -n- split. I'll be a rootin' shootin' damn fool, protectin' my chips. All of a sudden, I heard rumble in the bushes, stopped my horse, Nelly! Who in the bushes, you speak up, Or I'm-a let my shotgun's sing out.
this? Hope ain't the law, draw out the bushes with my sawed-off shotgun.
on out right now I'm gettin' angry. Took a step 'cause it could get dangerous.
Please don't shoot just me Thug Queen Horse Stealer.
Then why the hell is you in them bushes
I'm wanted in counties, for armed robbery, Killed two sheriffs, six of his best men my head, Stole two horses, thought you was the law why I jumped in the bushes.
Goodness. Now she was hotter than a barrel of but I could use her for the job so I told her to ride, on.
May I ask you what you headed to the for?
I got a partner got a plan for dough and if you're down You can pick up a pretty penny. Be in in a minute now be sure if you're with it.
We be up before the sun rise got a stallion here for your To ride hit the saloon before the shine down For whatever let's ride ride.
These say we go to Tucson, Arizona When we arrive we'll cop a we can bunk, And my boy in the morning for details 'n hookup.
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'n shine, good morning, howdy. Nine o' clock we my boy in the saloon in the valley. Now I dun a long way and I don't wanna be late.
Tell him make it to him, you know we ain't.
Move out, giddy up giddy up up Move out, giddy up giddy up up Move out, up giddy up giddy up Move out, giddy up up giddy up
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I'm peepin' 'Wanted' poster in the saloon, So I it'll be trouble round here pretty soon. Glanced across the I seen this youngster gettin' ready to fight But if he up tonight I think that Krayzie just might take his life. So I him and I paused. man, I really don't wanna brawl, but won't you chill before them laws, Come messin' up this plan, Since he already rowdy I'm asked the man (Dang) You want some work partner put in your bid And by the way now your name, they call me Layzie the Kid.
The name's Powder Pete, can I get a gauge! Outlaw day, on the front page. Mister Kid, if you me the low down me and Blackjack, Be ready for the showdown, with two double barrels at whatever, We'll stick together, I'm clever.
So saddle up, jump on the bandwagon it's all goin' down. I heard the guy runnin' the bar screamin' in town.'
Now when we get to saloon, you don't worry, wait outside. Don't be stealin' nobody's horses. Stepped the bar. Kid you son of a gun!
Hey man I'm glad you made it safely, now go have some fun. And my partner Powder, he's a young gun.
Mighty glad to ya son. Oh yeah, you I also brought a friend along, meet Thug Queen, The horse peddler, straggler, met her.
partner, already got the horses saddled up.
I hope good at robbin' banks like you rustle that cattle up.
Now y'all, it's gonna be gettin' dark soon.
I you're right I say we move, come on let's.
out, giddy up giddy up giddy up Move out, up giddy up giddy up Move out, up giddy up giddy up Move out, giddy up up giddy up
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