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Well, sometimes out here in the west we be coming across the bad boys. They comin' to take away our womens, and takin' our lands, and putting our children's noses to the grindin' rock. This is what we say to them: Get out of our dusty land! You want some? Go get your own! I hear they be giving it away by the armful in Kentucky. Get on out of here and leave us alls alone. Ride on! Ride on! In the saddle you're a terror to be put down. Your eyes are like the shadow of the laziest town. Ride on! My brother, ride on. Well just such a day while stampin' ears I saw the ghost of Casey Jones coming through proclaimin' all my fears. He said, "Look out son, they're coming your way, in fact they attacked me just yesterday, so I'm heading east to finish off my years." Well, Casey Jones ain't no jelly bones, so I saddled up and rode straight home, Letras de cancionesfumblin' to pack up all my things. But they caught me there, so I fought like a bear and tore them all from ear to ear and that's why they call me the "Horror of the Fiends". Even the bad guys that scared Casey Jones couldn't do nothin' to me. Look out bad guys, I'm so strong, And I'm number one. Aww yeah! This is A.B.L. comin' 'round, scarin' all y'alls whiskers back inside your rooty cheeks! Well, I'm gunna stick around, keep a watch o'er my little flock, 'cause retribution on the enemies of our peace will be my duty 'till the day we fly! So if you be a-wearin' spurs, black shirts and slingin' heat, keep a look out for the warning signs at the edge of our town. It just might save your hide, it says, "BAD BOYS YOU LEAVE US ALONE!" Ride on! Ride on! In the saddle you're a terror to be put down. Your eyes are like the shadow of the laziest town. Ride on! My brother ride on.Ride on! Ride on! In the saddle you're a terror to be put down. Your eyes are like the shadow of the laziest town. Ride on! My brother ride on. From Letras Mania