To The Border And Beyond - текст песни
To The Border And Beyond
Well Duggan was a purebred hill country kicker
He loved to shoot his pistols
And he loved to drink his liquor
His daddy had long since given up on tryinґ
To tame him
He knew he hated sweatinґ in the fields
He couldnґt blame him
But when his only son robbed the Chillicothe Flyer,
He guessed the days were numbered
Till heґd have to face the fire.
Well Duggan rode up to the house
His pa ran out to meet him
He said "Son, whyґd you do it?"
Duggan said "I had my reasons"
His daddy told him, "Boy, youґve always been
So full of juice , but any day your neck
It will be hanginґ in a noose."
Duggan winked and mounted, stirred his
Horse into a lather
He never looked back .... guess it really didnґt matter.
Bridge : It wasnґt too long till a team of Texas Ranger
Pounded on the door, man, faces
Filled with anger
Dugganґs papa opened up, said
"No need to shout,
I donґt know where he is
But I know what heґs all about."
Chorus
He likes to dance out to the edge
He likes to cut to the chase
You see heґs never been one for reininґ back
To a slow and steady pace
If you ask me where heґs bound
Well, boys, I just canґt respond
But from the look in his eyes
Itґs safe bet heґs headed
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