And I'll meet you on the other side
Walk with me alone
I will not harm you
Or let you die
The paper said I'm a killer
Papers lie
Tomorrow we will drive
To North California state line
If you call off the guns
I'll call off the dogs
Go put out the fire
Boy, I'll meet you on the other side
Walk with me alone
Just might cut you
Or leave you to die
The papers said I'm a killer
The papers were right
Tomorrow we will drive
To your brand new burial site
If you call off the guns
I'll call off the dogs
If you call off the guns, well,
I'll call of the dogs...
They'll never find you
They'll never catch me, no...
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