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Oh mama I'm so sorry for all the things I've done, I'm justa lonesome cowboy on the run.They say that I'm a bad but that just don't seem right I'venever killed no one I didn't likeOh mama I'm so sorry for what I have become, a man who makeshis living by the gun.My fate it was determined, a long long time ago.So mama don't be sorry when I go.A cowboy keeps on moving along the open trail, he neverstops to think and wonder why.His home it is the saddle and that's just where he'll end.Alone without no one to call a friend.Oh mama I'm so sorry for what I have become, a man who makeshis living by the gun.My fate it was determined, a long long time ago.So mama don't be sorry when I go. From Letras Mania