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Over thinking I am just a man bent of healing over coming what life’s been a dealing

Left my six guns and shot gun by the door stray bullets flying up through the floor 5 or 6 of them I seem to be outnumbered waking up in the night I have discovered I’ve been dreaming about the outlaws a coming

Count my blessings and let out a sigh ain’t gonna die tonight

Here the horses as they running towards my place nothing left but to finish this race to end of so very tragic all i wanted was this life for me to take me on travel not to be staring down a few men in my paved road with gravel

The sounds of gunfire in my head looking around now they’re all dead

Over thinking I am just a man bent on healing