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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required We have been riding for ever so long; Now our search for our freedom seems to be gone. We only took; of that which we need; And we had no tricks; hidden there up our sleeve. For me it began when the banker came round; And my daddy's ranch; was burned to the ground. We were all wanted, with a price on our heads; And we hoped if they found us, we’d fight till we're dead. We lived life as outlaws, with weapons at hand; And if time comes for hanging, we'll die like a man. But we’re not alone, there are others around; They're not hard to notice, they’re wearing a frown. So they're building our gallows, nail by nail; And we think hard about it, here in this jail. But we made our choices; and then we got caught; Yet we lived life as free men, never owned never bought. From the view out the window, it's people I see; They're tipping their hats; and smiling at me. We may be convicted, but we're not disgraced; And you won't see a tear, running down from our face. . So they plan to kill us, but our kind will not end; There's cowboy’s now out there; who'll ride once again. Me and the boys, we ran out of time; But there will be others that come down the line. So To all of you worms; who crawl in the dung; You'll never stop hearing, the songs that we've sung. You're hoping to change us, or get rid of us all; But if we all ride as free men, perhaps you will fall.
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