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• Artiste: Molly Hatchet
• Titre: Edge Of Sundown
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On the edge of sundown, a man rode into town His clothes were old and dirty like the guns he wore low down And as he rode the people stared, tried to look on him Hes the man wholl take your life, take your life to boothill Sleeps by day and rides by night Like a mongrel always lookin for a fight Got cold steel a bowie knife, just his way of life He took no one, no not a sound, stares at the edge of town Only time that hell be found, is on the edge of sundown Take you for your dollars babe, take you for your gold Make your life so miserable, hes gonna leave you mean and cold And then hell head on out, to another town The only time when hell be found, is on the edge of sundown Next time hell be sundown. Hes a killer and a robber and hell make you grieve Shoot you in the back or in your sleep Got no name or identity Livin in the wind, hes free