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Lost Dogs
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Wicked Guns
Dave Tutt fought for Dixie pride Wild Bill was Union loyal They fancied one same woman Bad blood began to boil Tutt stole Hickock's pocket watch Fool hardy, whiskey bold Tempers flared, pistols fired Dave Tutt laid still and cold
Them were wicked guns Bill Hickock drew Not just one six shooter But two His hands were quick, son His aim was true Yeah, them were wicked guns Bill Hickock drew
Bill Mulvey was a reckless lout 更多更詳盡歌詞 在 ※ Mojim.com 魔鏡歌詞網 A killer from Missouri Aimed his rifle at Wild Bill Then spun 'round in a hurry When Wild Bill yelled, 'Don't shoot, he's drunk!' To no one anywhere Mulvey caught Bill Hickock's bullet in his temple And died there
Them were wicked guns Bill Hickock drew Not just one six shooter But two His hands were quick, son His aim was true Yeah, them were wicked guns Bill Hickock drew...
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