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I could be wrong but I have seen your face before You were the man that I saw running from his door You owed him money but you gave him something more With a gun
With a gun You will be what you are just the same Did you pay the other man with the piece in your hand And leave him lying in the rain? You were the founders of the clinic on the hill Until he caught you with your fingers in the till He slapped your hand so you settled up your bill With a gun
With a gun You will be what you are just the same Did you pay the other man with the piece in your hand And leave him lying in the rain? When you're born to play the fool And you've seen all the western movies Woe to the one who does you wrong You hide in the bushes Murder the man With Luger in hand I understood that you will soon be leavin' town Don't try to call me when they finally run you down Just give fair warning any time you come around With a gun
With a gun You will be what you are just the same Did you pay the other man with the piece in your hand And leave him lying in the rain?
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