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He rode through the graveyard of yesterdays, riding on his horse
Looking for a soul to take, a freshly buried corpse

He came to town on Saturday
Guitar on his back
Busted boots but a brand new suit
And I swore his eyes were black
He was long and tall, handsome and mean
Shaved with Vaseline

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On Friday he demanded to know
Where El Mandamas was
Hammer cocked in front of the saloon
Roaming the streets for blood
Hate in his smile, fire in his eyes
No one can disguise

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On Thursday he lay stiff and cold
El Mandamas was dead
Smile content the fire was gone
No more thoughts running through his head
A life cut short the pain released
Lying in the streets

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On Wednesday the bells rang three times
The moon light hit the ground
The Tombstone read El Mandamas
Finally was found
May he rest in peace his soul to keep
Time slipping through the trees

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