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Graeme Edge - Shotgun lyrics
Far off in a distant land A man lying dead in the sand Lying by his side was a song Written down on a parchment fair Overgrown with ageing hair You could see this man died alone From riding shotgun on the 4.42 Repeat Riding shotgun was his dream But he's fallen dead it seems Riding shotgun on the 4.42 When the sun it got too hot I was glad of what I'd got Living on the food that I found Twenty minutes left to go Another town's in sight you know Think I'll rest my boots while I can Riding shotgun on the 4.42 Here comes Lucy Springer You know that she's a ringer She'll take you for a ride for awhile You know that she looks fancy Much more slick than Nancy You know you'll have to pay for a smile Riding shotgun on the 4.42 I know that I ain't been mean And I always kept my sixguns clean And I feel I'm at the end of my road I'll make way for someone new Do you think it could be you As I lie face down dead in the road Riding shotgun on the 4.42 |
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