Testi musica canzoni

Well Duggan was a purebred hill country kicker
He loved to shoot his pistols
And he loved to drink his liquor
His daddy had long since given up on tryin�
To tame him
He knew he hated sweatin� in the fields
He couldn�t blame him
But when his only son robbed the Chillicothe Flyer,
He guessed the days were numbered
Till he�d have to face the fire.

Well Duggan rode up to the house
His pa ran out to meet him
He said "Son, why�d you do it?"
Duggan said "I had my reasons"
His daddy told him, "Boy, you�ve always been
So full of juice , but any day your neck
It will be hangin� in a noose."
Duggan winked and mounted, stirred his
Horse into a lather
He never looked back .... guess it really didn�t matter.

Bridge : It wasn�t too long till a team of Texas Ranger
Pounded on the door, man, faces
Filled with anger
Duggan�s papa opened up, said
"No need to shout,
I don�t know where he is
But I know what he�s all about."

Chorus

He likes to dance out to the edge
He likes to cut to the chase
You see he�s never been one for reinin� back
To a slow and steady pace
If you ask me where he�s bound
Well, boys, I just can�t respond
But from the look in his eyes
It�s safe bet he�s headed
To the border and beyond.

Well the moral of this tale
Is you can�t change a leopard�s spots
Don�t blame a man for failing to be
Something that he�s not
So girl, with that in mind
Won�t you step into the light
We�ll move jsut left of center
Till we finally get it right
Remember I�m a push it to the limit
Kind of guy
You may ask me how we�ll do it
But no need to ask me why.

2nd Chorus
I Like to dance out to the edge
I like to cut to the chase
You see I�ve never been one for reinin� back
To a slow and steady pace
If you ask me where we�re bound
Well, honey, I just can�t respond
But from the look in your eyes
It�s safe bet we�re headed
To the border and beyond