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He came from the desert his boots tan to black
Enemy's everywhere hold on a leather sack

She was a peasant girl her father a brave
He was killed for the land he loved
She was sold as a slave

The first time he seen her he could not explain the pleasure
Standing in a doorway out of place
A slave to a different race

She seen and knew she might be saved
This man was different
A new kind of brave

Together they would hatch a plan the enemy would be slain
They knew they could be free
Like thunder and rain

He almost stole her freedom the price they paid was high
He lay on a crowded street to watch his princess die

The master he was cunning his nose smelled their plan
He waited and watched as time went by
He thought he was the better man

The secrets were uncovered on a stormy night he came
Princess lay with a bullet in her heart
The master without a brain
Cowboy would walk the desert
A ghost for love
Bag of gold and pain.

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