Stanley was a drifter back in '53
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Never had a bed where he could sleep
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Ate his meals from the garbage can
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Just walked around without a real plan
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Found his way to the Texas line
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Traveled into our town at a quarter till nine
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Had a few drinks at a roadside bar
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And that's where our story really starts
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Well it was there in the barlight in a corner booth
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Where Stan first met the man that called himself Ruth
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Ruth planned to rob a bank, and all Stan had to do
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Was drive the getaway car, what did he have to lose
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It sounded good to Stan cause he never had
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No kind of money or sight that was bad
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They take the money, skip town, and run
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And live like two kings in the Mexican sun
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Tumbleweed blowin in the wind
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Carried him somewhere he never should have been
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Was it fate or just circumstance
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Makes you wonder if he ever had a chance
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Well across from the First State Bank the next day at four
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From the drivers seat, Stan watched him walk through the door
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Whipped out his pistols and waved them all around
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Pointed all the scared people down onto the ground
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He took the moneybags and maybe just for fun
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He shot two men dead and one of their sons
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Back outside he ordered Stan to drive
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They hit the county line five minutes till five
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Tumbleweed blowin in the wind
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Carried him somewhere he never should have been
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Was it fate or just circumstance
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Makes you wonder if he ever had a chance
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Feds caught up with them outside Laredo
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In an ambush of bullets and a cloud of gunsmoke
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Killed an innocent man on that day
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Now that poor drifter has a bed where he can lay
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Tumbleweed blowin in the wind
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Carried him somewhere he never should have been
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Was it fate or just circumstance
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Makes you wonder if he ever had a chance
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I wonder if he ever had a chance
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I doubt Stan ever had a chance
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The Ballad Of Stanley
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Randy Rogers Band |