Freestyle - Nick Harper

Pa was a gunman.

he took up the fight

An old style slinger.

He’d aim beetween the eyes

When the day came to teach me

I lined up my sights

My aim was deadly.

but I shot wide

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Ma was a teacher.

With a world-wide smile

A mother to many.

But the blood of mine

When the day came to show me, the world of the wise

I shot up the town, and let the horses ride

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Hell or high water, mighty and wild

The son and the daughter, the judge and the tribe

None could have stopped me, taking my line

You’re better your own way, by a country mile

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