Tono: C
Introducción:
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Stanley was a drifter back in '53
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Never had a bed where he could sleep
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He ate his meals from the garbage can
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Just walked around without a real plan
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Found his way to the Texas line,
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Stumbled into our town a quarter past nine
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Had a few drinks at a roadside bar
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And that's where our story really starts
It was there in the barlight, in a corner booth
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Tumbleweed blowing in the wind
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Carried him somewhere he never should have been
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Was it fate or just circumstance
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Makes you wonder if he ever had a chance
Well across from the First State Band the next day at four
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Feds caught up with them outside of Larado
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In an ambush of bullets and a cloud of gun smoke
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They killed an innocent man on that day
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But now that poor drifter has a bed where he can lay