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He sang a song as on he rode, His guns hung at his hips He rode into a cattle town, A smile upon his lips He stopped and walked into a bar and laid his money down But his mother's words echoed again; Don't take your guns to town, son
Damn Your Eyes
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- Wednesday Average - 180
- Sunday Average - 171
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