I hear the train is’a comin' ‘round the bend real early tonight
Smokin holes of bullets and the blood is coming to sight
the shadow of crimson lips tells the story alright
shoots from the hip, kiss on the lips
cutting a firey line into the night
shoots from the hip, kiss on the lips
fear of her beauty is parting is parting the skies
riding alone through the night
I hear her love got killed and her fury was born in dismay
her pistol is fast and her knife can end any day
and she takes what she wants puts her lips to the skin of the dead
to the dead — kiss me while you can — while you can
shoots from the hip, kiss on the lips
fear of her beauty is parting is parting the skies
riding alone through the night
shoots from the hip, kiss on the lips
cutting a firey line into the night
shoots from the hip, kiss on the lips
fear of her beauty is parting is parting the skies
riding alone through the night

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