- Hats Worn Low
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- Jay birds and red sashes, belly
guns and hats worn low
- Boots with spurs to jingle and
bottles empty to throw
- Out across the desert sand at a
campsite while on the run
- As flames licked wood to ashes
before the rising sun
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- Standing around the fire the boys
did a shadow dance
- Faces smiled or frowned as they
cussed their latest chance
- To escape the law that reachedÉ
for them across the hills
- Crawling up their spines like late
night desert chills
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- Three were under sixteen years,
three were thirty plus
- Two more were over fifty, the
oldest one was Gus
- They'd signed up to ride behindÉ a
man taking land
- Hired guns to hell and back with
him to make a stand
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- They'd seen hard times and had the
sand to shoot a man
- Mean is what they had to be to
follow out the plan
- They had only met two weeks ago
remnants of the war
- Orphans, soldiers, outlaws ready
to settle a score
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- They rode to scare the farmers and
shot pigs and cows
- Forcing wagons off the road they
even burned a house
- They used a hidden valley they had
found the entrance to
- Stolen horses and cattle were
re-branded to sell anew
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- the tide it finally turned when
the Army sent troops along
- Indian scouts and Buffalo soldiers
rode to undo the wrong
- They found the gangs hideout and
they shot two down
- Three more were rounded up and
brought to trial in town
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- Of the three that escaped
including the old man Gus
- Two got shot down in a bar in El
Paso, Texas
- The old man made his escape to a
town far away
- Worked as a hotel clerk with
nothing much to say
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