Across the plain
  flew the lone grey rider
  Leather bag
  pounding on his back
  Above the clouds the moon
  was climbing higher
  A pack of wolves wanted
  their money back
    With folded arms
  the chief stood watching
  Painted braves
  slipped down the hill
  In his ears
  the spirit talking
  As they closed in
  For an easy kill
    At the house
  the door was wide open
  Wind blew
  curtains off the rod
  She was waiting and hoping
  She was praying to her god
    He was luckier than most men
  He was barely in his prime
  As she stood there
  in the doorway
  Her long dress flowing
  Would he make it this time
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    Over the hill
  in the big green country
  That's the place where
  the cancer cowboy rides
  Pure as the driven snow
  before it got him
  Sometimes I feel like
  he's all right
    Sometimes I feel
  like a piece of paper
  Sometimes I feel
  like my own name
  Sometimes I feel
  different later
  Sometimes I feel
  I feel just the same
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