» Dagny Mory - The Roads We Survived

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There’s blood on the saddle horn, dried in the sun
From a fight I started, never quite won
My horse don’t look at me the same these days
Like he knows the truth about my wicked way
A man came riding with a bounty in hand
Said I was wanted all across this land
We fought in the dust till his breath ran thin

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