On the Run

On the run
I’m riding the night
Out from the hangman’s rope
On the run
I believe I’m heading for New Mexico
It’s just the way I’m going, going down

See the horse I’m riding, that’s my home
With the wind behind my back
And the gold that’s in my pack
We’ll be riding til we’re dead
Til we’re dead

On the run
Looking over my shoulder
For the lawman’s gun
On the run
And my body’s burning from the blazing sun
Yes the way I’m going, going down

See the horse I’m riding, that’s my home
With the wind behind my back
And the gold that’s in my pack
We’ll be riding til we’re dead
Til we’re dead

That’s just the way I’m going, going down
See the horse I’m riding, that’s my home
With the wind behind my back
And the gold that’s in my pack
We’ll be riding til we’re dead
Til we’re dead, til we’re dead
Til we’re dead, til we’re dead
Til we’re dead, til we’re dead

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