He lived his life in isolation A man without a name Saddled with a reputation From Cheyenne he came He moved down South when the money ran out And turned to a life of crime Things weren't all that different then They'd kill you for a dime Never showed no mercy Had a heart of stone And his hands were dirty Stained to the bone. He said
"Turn back! It's too late All I can do is pray there's another heaven Turn back! It's too late Sinners like me need another heaven Turn back! It's too late I've run out of time. "
He lived at least a dozen lifetimes Luck was on his side The only friend he ever had Was his trusty forty-five His final words to my grand-daddy were "Son, you must be brave. " And all that's left of what he was Is in this Texas grave! He could smell the danger Ooh, he knew the end was near Through the smoke and whiskey One thing was clear. He said
"Turn back! It's too late All I can do is pray there's another heaven Turn back! It's too late Sinners like me need another heaven Turn back! It's too late All I can do is pray there's another heaven Turn back! It's too late I've run out of time Look me in the eyes I wanna see it comin'. "
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He never showed no mercy Ooh, he had a heart of stone And his hands were dirty Stained to the bone!
"Turn back! It's too late All I can do is pray there's another heaven Turn back! It's too late Sinners like me need another heaven Turn back! It's too late I've run out of time Turn back! It's too late Sinners like me need another heaven, yeah, yeah Yeah, yeah. Turn back! It's too late All I can do is pray there's another heaven Turn back! It's too late I've run out of time Look me in the eyes I wanna see it comin' I wanna see it comin', yeah I wanna see it comin'. Yeah, yeah I wanna see it comin', baby! "
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Compositores: Bruce R Gaitsch, Richard N Marx (Richard Marx), Terry Thomas ECAD: Obra #4480360