A D A Well he rode into Blue Rock dusty and tiredE A And he got him a room for the nightD A He lay there in silence with too much on his mindE A Still hoping that he was not rightD A But he found them that evenin' in a tavern in townE A In a quiet little out of the way placeD A And they smiled at each other when he walked through the doorE A And they died with their smiles on their facesE A They died with a smile on their faceD A Don't boss him, don't cross him, he's wild in his sorrowE He's ridin' and hidin' his painD A Don't fight him, don't spite him, let's wait till tomorrowE A Maybe he'll ride on again
Blue Rock Montana - Red Headed Stranger
Willie Nelson
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Tom:
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