Fuentes-Gauthier-Valentino

Buckles of silver
Stars made of gold
He was looking meaner
That I'd been told

He wore his shirt unbuttoned
Right down to the waist
And the lines of a killer
Well they marked his face

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Bounty hunter
He's as mean as they come
He just won't be happy
Till his job is done
Bounty hunter
I've got a price on my head
He just won't be happy
Till he sees me dead

I was winning at poker
With a whiskey in my hand
When the door swung open
I had to make my stand
I never heard him call me
But he must have said my name
'Cause I walked right out the door
Right into his game

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Bounty hunter
Bounty hunter
Bounty hunter
Bounty hunter
Bounty hunter
Bounty hunter
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