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letra de out on the range - those poor bastards

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so many nights i spent out on the range
howling with coyotes and crippled with pain
head in my hands as i lay in the dirt
this right gut liquor sure makes my soul hurt

sickly sweets and a magnolia tree
i’d rather be anyone other than me
how did i get here, what path did i take?
it’s been a week since the last time i ate

but i cannot move the whole earth in a spin
dignity lost to my weackness and sins
people don’t chance so i won’t even try
i k!ll for some eggs and a bottle of wine
if there’s a h-ll, it couldn’t be any worse
if thеre’s a h-ll, it couldn’t be any worsе
if there’s a h-ll, it couldn’t be any worse than this

- those poor bastards

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