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Girl I'ma get out this little county cell Find me a drifter outside the motel Take his watch, keys, phone and money too Climb up the backroads all the way to you I'm gonna ride till I die next to you I'm gonna ride till I die next to you I'm gonna ride till I die next to you I Go get your daddy's gun and that ammo Then we can go hold up the Wells Fargo Coppin' all the booze and the tree that we wanna Turnin' up a cold case down in Tijuana I'm gonna ride till I die next to you I'm gonna ride till I die next to you I'm gonna ride till I die next to you I I'm gonna ride till I die next to you I'm gonna ride till I die next to you I'm gonna ride till I die next to you I From Letras Mania