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"Two black clouds hang high in the sky,

overhead where I stand and to where my horse will ride.

Hoofbeats solemn and low, while the wing howls of coming cold.

I'm a walking dead man in chains, I'm a number not a name.

They caught me running Southwest where the lands are still wild and free.

I was young and dumb and had a gun, but I swear he fired first at me.

So now low my head hangs and dark are my coming days.

I'm a walking dead man in chains, I'm a number not a name."