[Hank]
And the sun comes up
Along the eastern desert
Where the wild men ride
Bring trouble in their wake

And there ain't much sense
When love and death come riding
Or the code you find to face yourself each day

Well we always known
Mama had seen trouble
In the days before
My sisters and I came

And she gave us each
Our first gun at seven
For when the wild side came
To claim us too one day

And the sun comes up
Along the eastern desert
Where the Barnsdale gang
Is coming soon they say

And mama said, "It's that gun
That will see you through to morning
And your code is how you face yourself each day"
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