| I’m never going back to Mustang Ridge
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| If I ever make it out alive
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| If you don’t see me by the rising sun
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| You’ll know I had to take the dive
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| When the hounds are running down Oso Creek
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| Like Arabs on the track
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| I’ll be halfway across the southern horn
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| Too late for turning back
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| And if I die tonight on the Hays Street Bridge
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| I ain’t never going back to Mustang Ridge
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| I got my knee on the wheel and I’m feeling free
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| With my hobnail on the gas
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| I just crossed over the county line
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| Tryin' to make it up to Wild Rose Pass
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| Now the radio’s saying all hell broke loose
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| This morning at the Lockhart Jail
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| Now I’m flying like an angel on a dead man’s run
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| I got the devil riding on my tail
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| (Yeah I do)
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| Never going back to Mustang Ridge
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| If I ever make it out alive
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| If you don’t see me by the rising sun
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| You’ll know I had to take the dive
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| When the hounds are running down Oso Creek
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| Like Arabs on the track
 | 
| I’ll be halfway across the southern horn
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| Too late for turning back
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| And if I die tonight on the Hays Street Bridge
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| I’m never going back to Mustang Ridge
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| Did you hear they found an old burnt-out car
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| Up in the Davis Hills?
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| And the Sheriff said on the evening news
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| «Nobody found, but they’re looking still»
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| Now a woman’s life ain’t just a list
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| Of the worst things she has done
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| I leave you now with a heart of stone
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| Sometimes the past is hard to outrun
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| Never going back to Mustang Ridge
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| If I ever make it out alive
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| If you don’t see me by the rising sun
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| You’ll know I had to take the dive
 | 
| When the hounds are running down Oso Creek
 | 
| Like Arabs on the track
 | 
| I’ll be halfway across the southern horn
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| Too late for turning back
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| And if I die tonight on the Hays Street Bridge
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| I’m never going back to Mustang Ridge
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| And if I die tonight on the Hays Street Bridge, oh Lord
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| I’m never going back to Mustang Ridge
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| Never going back to Mustang Ridge
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| I ain’t never going back to Mustang Ridge, no |