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lyrics
"Traveling 'cross the desert
With a sixer in my hand
My mercy's dried to nothing
But a trickle in the sand
I am a man of reason
But reason to a fault
You've worn my patience down to none
My nerves are red and raw
And I'm so damn tired
And I'm wasting breath again
Yes I'm so damn tired
So when I take my stand
And tip my hand
I'll turn you inside out
I'm tired of being reasonable
I'm tired of laying down
And letting you walk over me
In search of higher ground
I've drawn a line down in the sand
A line you best not test
'Cause if you cross the gunslinger
He'll lay your soul to rest
And I'm so damn tired
And I'm biting my own tongue
Yes I'm so damn tired
Now I'm sticking to my guns
And when I'm done
I'll turn you inside out
I'm so damn tired again
Going round and round the bends
Ending right back here again
Drawing circles in the sand"