Mac Daddy

Here I ride,
On the setting sun.
Outlaws of justice,
Always on the run.

Here I stand,
On the paths untrue.
Still I come back to you,
Back too you.

Here I stand before you now,
Battered and torn from the oaths I’ve sworn,
From the cradle to the grave,
I’ll always be alone,

And here I ride,
On the setting sun,
Heartbreak and anguish,
On the trails I’ve begun.

Southern justice,
Down the barrel of a gun,
Still I come back to you
My sweet love

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