╨╧рб▒с>■  ■                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   ¤    ■    ■   ■                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   Root Entry        ┬█═(т ╬вЪкJrАлЪ9║ ┬└MatOST        АлЪ9║ ┬АлЪ9║ ┬MM            MN0    Ї ■     !"#$%&'()*+,-./012345678■   :■                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                       ND■гS╝╝а░TЫ╨+ Ї     аар=╨/╨iK     ╨) tА  , T Gallup D/Em/G/D D/Em/G/D By, Zachary Freiwald G/D/G/A C. 2002 D/Em/G/D Well it ainТt your company and this ainТt California but, it feels good just the same The air is still and I ainТt worried about gettinТ killed since nobody here knows my name So IТll take off my boots, sit myself a bath, then hang myself out to dry Gonna get some whiskey on my breath and try to keep the dust from my eyes You ran away from me just out of Gallup without a remorseful breath Left me flapping in a high desert wind so lonesome it felt like unemotional death Pinions and cedars shivered in the shear, looked like they knew what I felt But its too late now to re-create the past, IТll just live with what IТve been dealt I rode my horse to his death that night, Doing all I could just to hang on Two bullets had found my hide, the Doc said I was lucky I made it that long Crimson covered the black of the evening, that night I had despondent dreams I saw you and me and a bank sack of money, I guess it donТt always end up like it seems Was it surviving you had on your mind or had you been fooling me right from the start We thought out those plans a thousand times over, I thought we knew every part How could we know they give such a chase, bring a posse armed to the teeth You went South, tried to make it to the border but they buried you in the Gila heat Sometimes I wonder how you lost your cool, what made you forget our plan GettinТ scared wasnТt really your style you were always the miracle man But just the same I thank you, I was spared by your loss of your life Now IТm deadlocked in a Utah saloon slowly drinking away some of this strife Well IТll take my share of cash I have left and put it down on some land Put up a shed and try to grow some chilies, raise some long horns if I can And in time IТll go back to Gallup, when the whole place decides to cool down To give all your money to your sweet little Tracy so she can get herself out of that town  @TXZХЬи+ {u{q{quq{q{8 ( ZЮик\зЄЇ9М┘/1qqkekk р└!1}╩qs╩f╝╛QШцш2~═) + + 1+ Times New Roman╨ы аар=╨/╨iаар=╨/╨iK■      ┬█═(т ╬вЪкJrMicrosoft Works MSWorksWPDocЇ9▓qCompObj            9U