Writer: Coke Sams
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Saddle up my pickup truck
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Say goodbye and wish me luck
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Pass the word I'm riding out again
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I gotta see that purple sage
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I've got to roll with one more stage
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Before this worn out western movie ends
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Lord I used to ride so high
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They wrote songs about me
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But now the old man's home alone
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They rode on without me
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And now my six guns not so fast
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I believe this trip might be my last
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This Fadin' Renegade made his last stand
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Hand me down my boots and spurs
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Pray the weather don't get worse
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Pass the word I've done the best I can
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I gotta ride out one more last storm
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I've got to rope one last longhorn
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Before I turn my pony loose for good
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Lord I used to think I'd ride
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Gods prairie all of my, my days
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But now you can't ride anywhere
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For the barb wire and the highways
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And I'm a stranger in this time
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My buckskin days are all behind
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This Fadin' Renegade's made his last stand
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This Fadin' Renegade's done all he can
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Fadin' Renegade
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Doug Supernaw |