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Cowboys With Engines
Terry Scott Taylor
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By the diamond in the lane
Theres a crimson red stain
Marks the spot where a poor soul fell
A handiwork of the devil
And its just one of several
Tombstones on the freeway through hell
Oh, cowboys with engines strike fear in their minions
No, they'll stop at nothin'
To protect their dominions
With the bullets to back up outrageous opinions
It's best that you run, son
From cowboys with engines
No, don't lift a finger
Insult a gun slinger
And he'll show you exactly who's boss
Say a prayer for the old folks
Tail-gaters and slow pokes who's path he just happens to cross
Oh, cowboys with engines strike fear in their minions
No, they'll stop at nothin'
To protect their dominions
With the bullets to back up outrageous opinions
It's best that you run, son
From cowboys with engines
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In the new old wild west
Outlaws still possess
Hair-trigger fingers, cold hearts of unrest
Don't throw down a challenge
It could mean your death
And the law can do little
But clean up the mess
Some commuters have sworn
In the hours before morn'
If you happen to be driving alone
A light fog will reveal
The dead at the wheel, driving ghost cars to families back home
Oh, cowboys with engines strike fear in their minions
No, they'll stop at nothin'
To protect their dominions
With the bullets to back up outrageous opinions
It's best that you run, son
From cowboys with engines
It's best that you run, son
From cowboys with engines
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