Freestyle Lyrics

Pa was a gunman. he took up the fight.
An old style slinger. He'd aim beetween the eyes
When the day came to teach me.
I lined up my sights.
My aim was deadly. but I shot wide
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Ma was a teacher. With a world-wide smile.
A mother to many. But the blood of mine.
When the day came to show me, the world of the wise
I shot up the town, and let the horses ride.
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Hell or high water, mighty and wild.
The son and the daughter, the judge and the tribe.
None could have stopped me, taking my line.
You're better your own way, by a country mile.
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