| Lyrics: | John Stewart
Well, I hope to tell you, Johnny, that I lay that rifle down but leave the
noose and the calaboose and headed for another town.
Well, I've got your name in San Jose
and your picture's there to see.
And they're shootin' men in Texas just because they look like
me.
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And we will run the ridges of our green land Tennessee
And we will hide
for forty years if that's what's meant to be, meant to be, meant to be.
Meant to be, meant to
be, meant to be.
Maybe we could try Mexico and cross the desert sand,
But they're
guardin' 'cross the border 'case we swim the Rio Grande
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Well, they'll
rope and tie you, Johnny, and they'll throw you to the ground
And they'll let you hang a week or
two 'fore they cut your body down.
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