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"indeed, comrade"
"I'm being bombed"
And all the people's faces turned strawberry blonde

By the morning gate the friendly ranger waits
For the sun
the streets, it's Shaky Jake

I keep on the run now
I travel by night
I don't need anyone
But someone, one day, somewhere's gonna see me right

Dig a hole
and shine when touched by the sun
And she loved a cowboy that told her he worked on a ranch just outside of Tucson

Diamonds he gave to her caused many people
night of sleeping, I woke up and I said to myself, "Mojo, Mojo, you
cannot judge a foo
foo by his haircut.  Can't just a book by it's cover, you can't
the draw
The rode the west, they fought the best
The never lost a fight
They did their hidin' in the daytime
Ridin' most at night

The outlaws are commin'
old San Antone 

Then the night came alight with gun fire he knew that at last he'd been found 
As the ranger's band shoot brightly and bandito laid
of course, I'm chased everywhere by the bush police-force
While I ride through the night on my big black horse, I'm a big, bad, bush-bush ranger

And when
Waiting by the side of the road
For day to break so we could go
Down into Los Angeles
With dirty hands and worn out knees
I keep crawling back
in the prairie to die by a ranger's gun
Death's sharp sting did not trouble his chances for life were too slim
Where they were putting his body was all
Well I'm a wasted rock ranger
I live the life of danger
On the road to find a higher high
I don't need no one's affection
All I need is my
at night you 
Can argue about things you never thought you'd argue about in your whole life, 
Twenty five years older and Ranger ain't here no more, been
to love me bad

Dig deep in the Mojo
Bad luck running through my veins
Cook up some Bontemps medicine
To drove this curse away
To drive this curse
Aggressive, my style versitile.
You're best to hear the Mojo growl.
Coming up behind with a bat, ""crack"" from a Mr. Payne attack.
Dazed
Raise your can of beer on high
And seal your fate forever
Our best years have past us by
The golden age of leather

This was the night not long
He never hung his hat up at Kitty's place

I should've been a Cowboy
I should'be learned to rope and ride
Wearing my six-shooter riding by pony
never hung his hat up at Kitty's place

I should've been a cowboy
I should'be learned to rope and ride
Wearing my six-shooter riding by pony on a cattle
Czar Nicolai

The night the party died
At ballrooms of Versailles

A court of fallen angels
Below the guillotine
Betrayed by nightly rangers
Doomed
Waiting by the side of the road
For day to break so we could go
Down into Los Angeles
With dirty hands and worn out knees

I keep crawling back
argue about things
you never thought you'd argue about in your whole life

Twenty-five years older
Ranger ain't here no more
Been replaced by a 1958
old San Antone 

Then the night came alight with gun fire he knew that at last he'd been found 
As the rangers' badges shone brightly and bandito lay
thrills
You can pray, you can run,
For us it's more fun, we will crush you
And steal your goods

Woods in the North
By the Great East Road
Hideout
name out to the clouds,
Hey yaw, Hey yaw!

Why don't you meet me,
Back at the tepee?
We'll lay down by the camp fire.
There, in the dark night
bites, they wrangle through the night

She go crazy 
Got to make a getaway 
Papa say 

[Chorus]
Oh - no hesitation 
No tears and no hearts breakin'
It's a hot night, the natives are restless
We're sweating by the light of the moon
There's a voodoo mojo brewing at the go-go
That could knock
It's a hot night, the natives are restless
We're sweating by the light of the moon
There's a voodoo mojo brewing at the go-go
That could knock