Released on 1986

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Well, I must ride this death trail upon my horse's back

As the sun keeps on beating it out on my whole back

'Cause I was born a poor boy, that curse was laid on me

Now I must ride this dirty trail, up ahead is misery

Death trail, three hundred miles of rotten flesh

Death trail, I've gotta get out this crazy mess

Death trail, three hundred miles of rotten flesh

Death trail, I've gotta get out this crazy mess

Well, I was born unlucky and that's the reason why

I ride along this death trail until the day I die

And some may say I'm foolish because of what I did

I only stole thе sheriff's wife, his body did I hid

Death trail, three hundrеd miles of rotten flesh

Death trail, I've gotta get out this crazy mess

Death trail, three hundred miles of rotten flesh

Death trail, I've gotta get out this psycho mess

Well, I must ride this death trail upon my horse's back

As the sun keeps on beating it out on my whole back

'Cause I was born a poor boy, that curse was laid on me

Now I must ride this dirty trail, up ahead is misery

Death trail, three hundred miles of rotten flesh

Death trail, I've gotta get out this crazy mess

Death trail, three hundred miles of rotten flesh

Death trail, I've gotta get out of, gotta get out

Gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta, gotta get out this crazy mess

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