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Huh, I don't know what you're doing that for.
I reckon he's got nearly 15 miles on us by now.
_ _ Yeah, that may be but _ that blood right there is still fresh.
_ He ain't gonna last much longer.
He's _ not dead already _ .
_ He's not it could be anywhere _ .
It's 150 miles of desert between us and Santa Fe.
lots of places to hide.
Where _ _ _ .
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A _ _
Bm _ _ .
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_ _
A _ _
G _ _
Bm _ _ .
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_ _
A _ _
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B the rain don't fall.
grass don't grow.
_ The older
Bm part of
A New
G Mexico
Bm I.
Drifted in town one day _ .
Stumbling
A on a lost
G cafe _ _ .
Shades were pulled and the door was locked.
_
A _ .
Something made me knock.
_ _ _
Bm Time stood still she opened the door.
I didn't know where
A I was
G anymore.
_
Bm We were lost each other's eyes.
Well loneliness
A needs _
G paradise _ _ .
in my heart broke free.
_
A _ .
Blowing wild as the _ tumbleweed
G somewhere.
North
Bm of here my home.
_
A where eagles fear
G to fly.
_ _ Sun burns hot
Bm as the devil's gate.
A _ .
Desert meets the sky.
_ _
D _ .
Tattooed on
G my memory.
_
A Is the image of an _
Bm angel's face.
Em North and heaven.
A _ South of Santa
B _ _ .
Bm Fe _ _ _ _ _ _ .
_ _
A _ _
G _ _
B _ .
Bad news didn't travel fast.
Bm _ .
And I was
A running from
G my
Bm past.
I left her in the morning.
_ Truth _ is I
A never let
G it go.
_ Now I'm still running free.
_
A But in my heart I'll _ always
G be somewhere.
_
Bm Where _ _ _
A _ .
eagles fear
G to fly.
The sun burns hot
Bm as the devil's gate.
A The desert meets the sky.
_ _
D _ .
Tattooed on
G my memory.
_
A Is the image of an
Bm angel's face.
Em North and heaven.
A _ South of Santa
Bm Fe.
_ _ North _ _
Em _ .
and heaven.
A _ South of
Bm Santa Fe _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .
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