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You like to wear the fast gun You try and make me run When the whole town turns its troubles down on you You like to wear your gun down low And you kiss her when you go Would a half breed cowboy lose her You never know When you shot them dressed in black How to pull these triggers back When it happens there's a time when it's pouring down Will you meet me there, let's go Better to let your feelings show Because the fast gun's got troubles of his own You like to wear the fast gun You gonna try and make me run You think you're going to shoot me down Well you never will 'Cause they say you've got no soul You got to hit them quite low Would a half breed cowboy lose her How you know, how you know, you must never know When you shot them dressed in black How to pull these triggers back When it happens there's a time when it's pouring down Will you meet me there, let's go Better to let your feelings show Because the fast gun's got troubles of his own You wear the fast gun wear it low You like to kiss her when you go (Repeat to end) From Letras Mania