Well Duggan was a purebred hill country kicker He loved to shoot his pistols And he loved to drink his liquor His daddy had long since given up on tryinґ To tame him He knew he hated sweatinґ in the fields He couldnґt blame him But when his only son robbed the Chillicothe Flyer, He guessed the days were numbered Till heґd have to face the fire.
Well Duggan rode up to the house His pa ran out to meet him He said "Son, whyґd you do it?" Duggan said "I had my reasons" His daddy told him, "Boy, youґve always been So full of juice , but any day your neck It will be hanginґ in a noose." Duggan winked and mounted, stirred his Horse into a lather He never looked back .... guess it really didnґt matter.
Bridge : It wasnґt too long till a team of Texas Ranger Pounded on the door, man, faces Filled with anger Dugganґs papa opened up, said "No need to shout, I donґt know where he is But I know what heґs all about."
Chorus
He likes to dance out to the edge He likes to cut to the chase You see heґs never been one for reininґ back To a slow and steady pace If you ask me where heґs bound Well, boys, I just canґt respond But from the look in his eyes Itґs safe bet heґs headed
Видео-клип:
