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The Bounty Hunter At Large

i wandered through the plains with my pony by my side and we both would die of thirst we wouldnt make it through the night cuz the posse lay upon our heels they strike with bayonets hurting blisters theyve bestowed upon my heels i cant forget with the sun upon my head and a six gun on my side i wish that i could tell you that my horse could bear the ride she collapsed right in the field i had to leave her body there trusted friend though she was i couldnt carry her i swear so i found a shallow river and i drank to fill my blood how i wish that tender horse could taste the sweetness from above still i wander with my blisters and my six gun by my side still a wounded bounty hunter with no gentle horse to ride

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