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Well, for too long now Bob's been at this game
Been riding like hell through the wind and the rain
Robbing bankers and pulling their cards
My lungs are choked with the dust of the road
Since Frank's been gone it's a heavy load
And my bones are broken and my body's all scarred
I need one more shot just for old times
Well, one last stand
Well, one more hit oughta do it
And then I'll quit while I can
Now who's that knocking on my backdoor?
It looks like Bob and Charlie Ford
How you doing, boys?
Why don't you come on in?
Hell, I ain't even wearing a gun
And I haven't done that in so damn long
It feels good, boys
Yeah, to have you around
I need one more shot just for old times
Well, one last stand
Well, one more hit oughta do it
And then I'll quit while I can
I'm fixin' to buy me a little farm
Move my wife and my children out of harm
And danger
And then I'll settle down
I ain't seen a friend in so damn long
This life I lead, it leaves me on my own
I've been laying low
But I'm getting restless again
I need one more shot just for old times
Well, one last stand
Well, one more hit oughta do it
And then I'll quit while I can
Gimme, gimme, gimme
Well, one more shot just for old times
Well, one last stand
Well, one more hit oughta do it
And then I'll quit while I can
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