Lyrics

For too long now I've been at this game A-riding like hell through the wind and rain Robbing bankers And pullman cars My lungs are choked from the dust of the road Since Frank's been gone it's a heavy load And my bones are broke And my body's scarred... So one more shot just for old times One last stand One more hit ought to do it Then I quit while I can Who's that a-knocking on my back door It looks like Bob and Charlie Ford How are you doing boys Won't you come on in I aint seen a friend in so damn long The life I lead leaves me on my own Just a-lying low It's got me restless again One more shot just for old times One last stand One more hit ought to do it Then I quit while I can I'm fixing to buy me a little farm Get my wife and children out of harm And danger and then a-settle down Well hell I ain't eaven wearing a gun And I haven't done that in so damn long It feels good boys to have you around One more shot just for old times One last stand One more hit ought to do it Then I quit while I can One more shot just for old times One last stand One more hit ought to do it Then I quit while I can
Writer(s): Paul Kennerley Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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