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From A Town Known As Wheeling, West Virginia Rode A Boy With A Six-gun In His Hand And His Daring Life Of Crime Made Him A Legend In His Time East And West Of The Rio Grande. Well, He Started With A Bank In Colorado In The Pocket Of His Vest A Colt He Hid. And His Age And His Size Took The Teller By Surprise, And The Word Spread Of Billy The Kid.

If I Traveled All My Life And I Never Get To Stop And Settle Down Long As I Have You By My Side There's A Roof Above And Good Walls All Around You're My Castle, You're My Cabin And My Instant Pleasure Dome I Need You In My House 'cause You're My Home.

I Believe I've Passed The Age Of Consciousness And Righteous Rage. I've Found That Just Surviving Is A Noble Fight. I Once Believed In Causes Too; I Had My Pointless Points Of View. And Life Went On No Matter Who As Wrong Or Right.

Maybe This Won't Last Very Long But You Feel So Right And I Could Be Wrong. Maybe I've Been Hoping Too Hard. I've Gone This Far And It's More Than I Hope For.

And So My Child And I Came To This Place To Meet Him Eye To Eye And Face To Face. He Made My Daughter Laugh, Then We Embraced. We Never Knew What Friends We Had, Until We Came To Leningrad.