Strum E 

Spoken: 
It's impossible, when dust settlin to the backs of large animals make a racket you can't think. 
Impossible to conceive that pure fear whether measured in degrees of cold or heat can both freeze and incinerate so much''.in mere seconds. 
 
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WELL THE CHUTE GATE WINGS OPEN, HERE WE GO AGAIN 
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THE DESPARATE DANCE, THE KICK AND THE SPIN 
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DUST RISIN FROM A CROSS BRED BULL, FIRE MEETS WITH PRIDE 
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A MAN'S COME A LONG WAY, JUST FOR THE SHORT RIDE 
 
HIS WIFE'S IN THE GRANDSTANDS, TRYIN TO SWALLOW THE FEAR 
A LITTLE BABY INSIDE HER, WHO'S TIME'S DRAWING NEAR 
THE BULLS FLYING HIGH NOW, THEN HE FALLS TO HIS SIDE 
THEIR LOVE CAME A LONG WAY, JUST FOR THE SHORT RIDE 
 
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TWO HEARTS IN THE DARKNESS, SING A BLUE LULLABY 
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BEAT THE DRUM SLOWLY, FOR A COWBOY'S LAST RIDE 
 
AND WHEN THE DUST HAD ALL SETTLED AND THE CROWD DISAPPEARED 
THE SIRENS STILL ECHO, IN AN UNBORN CHILDS EAR 
LITTLE BOYS DUE IN APRIL, HE HAS HIS DADDY'S BLUE EYES 
HE'LL ALWAYS REMEMBER, HIS FATHER'S LAST RIDE 
 
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THEY PREACHED AT THE SERVICE, FROM JOHN 25 
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HOW CHRIST CAME ALONG WAY, JUST FOR THE SHORT RIDE 
 
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BEAT THE DRUM SLOWLY, FOR A COWBOY'S LAST RIDE 
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WELL THE CHUTE GATE SWINGS OPEN, HERE WE GO AGAIN