The Skies Of Lincoln County

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My name is William Bonny and I have some things to tell
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All about my life 'n death and the way things are in Hell
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And lies they told about me after Garrett shot me down
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In Mexico, in 1881
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Twenty one were the lives that Garrett said I took
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That was just another lie he wrote down in his book
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For he had to make it seem as though I were the Devils seed
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but the lives I took, they were three
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And the skies of Lincoln County were as blue as blue could be
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And the sun that shines on you, well it used to shine on me
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And I knew the smell of woodsmoke and I liked the taste of beer
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The only difference now, is I'm not here
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I'm in New Mexico and it's 1881
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A man who'd lie to save his skin won't look you in the eye
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Garrett never saw my face when he let those bullets fly
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And I died there in Pete Maxwell's room, no boots upon my feet
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In the dark, and all alone
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They had themselves an inquest, and then they buried me
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They made me into something that I never meant to be
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And the vultures came and chipped away the headstone on my grave
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And then took it home, for souvenirs
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And the skies of Lincoln County were as blue as blue could be
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And the sun that shines on you, well it used to shine on me
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And I knew the smell of woodsmoke and I liked the taste of beer
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The only difference now, is I'm not here
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I'm in New Mexico and it's 1881
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History books are written by the ones who survive
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Garrett was the one who came out of that room alive
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And he harnessed up my ghost, made it sing and dance
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And I am dancing still, I'm dancing still
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The corners of my Hell, they never ever change
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I am doomed forever to this little piece of range
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Trapped here by a legend that's no making of my own
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I look around, and I see.
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It's still New Mexico and it's 1881
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And the skies of Lincoln County were as blue as blue could be
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And the sun that shines on you, well it used to shine on me
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And I knew the smell of woodsmoke and I liked the taste of beer
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The only difference now, is I'm not here
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I'm in New Mexico and it's 1881
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It's still New Mexico and it's 1881