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The Ballad Of Brushy Bill Roberts
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Album - $10.00
Country - Americana
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February 08, 2017
MP3 4.9 MB
128 kbps bitrate
5:21 minutes
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The Ballad Of "Brushy" Bill Roberts- Well, they call me "Brushy" Bill these days/ But I want someone to know/The name I wore was Billy the Kid/When I rode through Hell and New Mexico/Now the history books all tell you/That I died and can't be me/But if I ever rest in my grave/There is just no one else that I can be/Now to this day I still don't know/Cause we never spoke again/I hope Pat knew it wasn't me there/ When he brought ol' Bill Barlow to his end/But the bulets they were a flyin'/Hit me high and low and true/I thought I was for sure a gonner/A hell of a thing for a friend to do CHORUS: I was riding high; I was riding fast/Riding a trail never meant to last/Staying alive staying one step ahead of the game/Everybody would always say/You're gonna get killed or caught someday/I wish they'd been right, cause I'm a man without a name From that night there in Ft. Sumner/I have lived full since I died/I have seen more than any man should/Yeah I had to run, but I did not hide/I have worn a badge a time/And made the ride up San Juan Hill/But even with all I've seen and done/ My heart is in New Mexico still (CHORUS) I know some will call me a liar/Many will not want to believe/I'm just an old man reaching the end/All I want to find is a little peace/Even though I know I was not wrong/I've spent a lifetime on the roam/Now I just want a pardon from you/And have my name there on my stone (CHORUS)
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