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A child was born to be our Savior
Wise men came from near and far
To see the Jesus in the manger
The pathway lighted by the stars

Someday he'll wake
and the way he used a gun 
To kill another cowboy, then he had to leave El Paso on the run 

El Paso City 
By the Rio Grande 
The cowboy lived and rode
and the way he used a gun 
To kill another cowboy, then he had to leave El Paso on the run 

El Paso City 
By the Rio Grande 
The cowboy lived and rode
the trigger, she fell 'cross the dead cowboy's chest.

Out in El Paso, whenever the wind blows
If you listen closely at night, you'll hear in the wind
A woman is
to die.

I hear stories from the chamber
Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
He died upon the cross
Might I say it seems so
I was down in Savannah
Eatn' cream and bananas
When the heat just made me faint
I began to get cross eyed
I thought I was lost
I'd begun to see
I was down in Savannah 
Eatn' Cream and Bananas
When the heat just made me faint
I began to get cross eyed 
I thought I was lost
I'd begun
nothin' sold

Still I longed for a lady with a tender heart to hold

And someone to keep me from the cold


And the Powder River Queen was any cowboy's
a rowboat 'cross the Rio Grande
Captain Pablo was our guide
For two dollars in a weathered hand
He rowed us to the other side

And we were dreamin' like
the hitmen arrived
On a boat from the isle of song
I was shocked by the nude
Identical twins on my lap
A cross-eyed effect
Of Swedish designer drugs
It's
heart (city rhythm) is torn apart (oo)
By the love I wish I had
Well, I spend my (city rhythm) nights in the city's lights (oo)
And things don't seem so
and swearing I crawled from the manger

The highway appeared to take me from danger
Is there anyone here who would pick up a stranger?
Oh I wish you could.
gonna wonder where we been, man" 
'Cross the bridge into Memphis, I had my hat in my hand 
Paid our respects to The King and drove on to the promised
As we emerge from the woodwork
Step in to the front
Take control
Its like clockwork
Well I knock first
To pre-warn of my presence
About to enter
And smelling, oh smelling and letting the dogs free 
There are too many trains passing by, this train is mine
Et tant pis pour moi, et tant pis pour nous
from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say it seems so fitting in its way
hear stories from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say it seems so fitting
hear stories from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say it seems so fitting
They callin' me a bad man ridin' 'cross the desert plains
And Mama still can't explain without the 'caine
It's raw, boy
Cowboys hear
Straight out of Nashville, here's your next big star 
He don't write the songs he sings, but he knows the words by heart. 
Wears a cowboy hat,
For the live ones, not the shook ones
For the riders, not the hook ones

Immaculate conception, like a black Madonna in mangers
My crew consist
hear stories from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross
And might I say it seems so fitting
at my hind

I hear stories from the chamber
How Christ was born into a manger
And like some ragged stranger
Died upon the cross

And might I say it
bludgeoned by a brick
Yo to hell with secret-service men my burners stay disturbing them
They turned into my servants when my urchins said to murder them
to vomit
Drama slash nonsense akways part of the content
Opinions and comments, from cowboys and indians
Climbin a steep hill, just for a cheap thrill
Dancin