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Shot my horse in the opening scene
Been chased for the last three weeks
I move quick, got a bounty on me
Outlawed in my prime, man
No friends but the tumbleweeds
This rope burn's starting to bleed
Oh god, gotta get me some sleep
Six under in the wasteland
I don't wanna feel bad, feel bad
Just got through my last round of night sweats
Pulled the rug
Elbows red from lying down
Pissed you off again
Is it my problem now? Is it mine?
Big iron been heavy on me
Buried one by the cottonwood trees
I took off on the other one's steed
Well, won't find me losing the lead
Bullseye on the back of my head
Back home, they're thinking I'm dead
I'm wishing that I was instead
Well, still not as bad as it gets
I don't wanna feel bad, feel bad
Just got through my last round of night sweats
Pulled the rug
Elbows red from lying down
Pissed you off again
Is it my problem now? Is it mine?
Followed a mirage to a dried-up stream
When I heard it like a voice from the sand and the wind
You ought to wake up or get lost to the noise
Ride on, sunrise in the east
With the whole world laying right at your feet
It's coming into focus, coming into focus
Coming into focus, coming into focus
I don't need a fucking guilt trip
Pulled the rug
Elbows red from lying down
Pissed you off again
Is it my problem now? Is it mine?
Yippie ki, yippie ki, yippie ki yay
Ridin' high, ridin' high, ridin' highways
Yippie ki, yippie ki, yippie ki yay
Get on my, get on my, get on my way
Yippie ki, yippie ki, yippie ki yay
Ridin' high, ridin' high, ridin' highways
Yippie ki, yippie ki, yippie ki yay
Get on my, get on my, get on my way
