| Dusty wind blew 'cross the high plains
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| As the stranger rode into town
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| With a certain reputation
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| For the ladies and the gun
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| Walked to the barstool casual
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| Just as easy as you please
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| He was bound to do some damage
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| With those valetino eyes
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| Well, the barmaid was an angel
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| And she looked so out of place
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| And she said her name was 'Sunset'
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| She was different from the rest
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| And she couldn’t help but notice
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| As he walked through the door
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| That the gunman was something special
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| And the bullet found it’s score
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| And that one mistake you make is just enough
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| And that one mistake is, «Boy… you talk too tough»
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| Only takes a single bullet
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| To bring the fastest trigger down
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| Only takes a pretty woman
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| Put a gunman underground
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| And you may here the same old story
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| In ev’ry town on ev’ry street
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| The story of 'Sunset' and the
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| Heartbreak kid
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| Dirty rain soaked through a doorway
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| Of an upper westside bar
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| And the TV news was talking
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| To the crowd of people there
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| '… well the kid was always reckless
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| He said, «I never stay to long…»
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| . |
| and when she knew that he would leave her
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| Sunset shot that gunman down…'
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| And that one mistake you make is just enough
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| And that one mistake is, «Boy… you talk too tough»
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| Only takes a single bullet
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| To bring the fastest trigger down
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| Only takes a pretty woman
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| Put a gunman underground
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| And you may here the same old story
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| In ev’ry town on ev’ry street
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| The story of 'Sunset' and the
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| Heartbreak kid |