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written by K. Kristofferson
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DShandy was somebody's daughter Dsus2 D
GDriving to something Dinsane
A7They busted her crossin the border
GSwift as a sniff of Dcocaine
DAll she could pay was attention Dsus2 D
So aGll they could take was her tDime
A7Proving an ounce of possession
GAin't worth a piece of your mDind
'Cause nGightmares are sDomebody's GdaydDreams
GDaydreams are soAmebody's lDies
GLies ain't no haDrder than teGlling the Dtruth
GTruth is the pDerfect disA7guiGseD
Locked in the gold-handled bathroom
Martin was chaning his mind
Shedding his humble pretentions
One careful toke at a time
And wiping the mask off the man in the mirror
Who really was Billy the Kid
Smilin at somebody dyin
For something that he never did
Soon as he sat down beside her
Shining like Saturday night
Shandy was his for the savin
Sweet as she looked in the light
And maybe they moved from the bar to the bedroom
Maybe just stood there instead
Martin woke up and screamin
Dreamin of blood on the bed
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