Bruce Springsteen – Evacuation Of The West (Guitar)

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It was on the day the cowboys were banned from the range

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Middle touch world as a master

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They rode their ponies down into cities of gold

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To leave 'em forever after

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Now the sun was swollen, red, and old

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The earth it was windy, dark, and cold

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Where the highway ends the desert takes its toll

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So dusty, red, and angry

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It was a time when men died out on the praire

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From not having a decent friend

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At night the ghosts of them old rough riders

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Was a howl in the canyon winds

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           You can hear 'em crying

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           Good God, I think they're dying

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And them rangers down in Dallas had all but given it up and left

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And those that hung on hoping were trying their best to, to forget

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The way those outlaws and desperadoes right from the cheapest to the best

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Rode in on ponies made of skin and bones, gave up their rusty guns and went back home

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And the governor was sent down from Population Control and martial law was passed

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Riverboat gamblers put their money on faith, for the time for hope they passed

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In the cold blue light of the desert night there was a thousand starships

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And men came down from still I don't know where with death on their fingertips

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Now there's no more kings in Texas, I swear they rounded up each and every one

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And oh, that line of Conestoga reached from the Rocky Mountains into the old dead sun

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Now Anna Maria walks the plains alone, last of a struggling people

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She thinks of all those outlaws who once reached for the sky and got stuck up on that steeple

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            Ooh, you can hear 'em crying

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        Good God, I think they're dying

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          Ooh, in the wind George you can hear 'em sigh