Leon Payne — The Hole In The Wall

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[Intro]
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The Cassidy Gang from the Hole-in-the-Wall.

[Verse 1]
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Straight out of Boston to the land of Wyoming,
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Came a man who soon gained the respect of them all.
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Every lad and each lass that he met said Butch Cassidy
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Lived in a place called the Hole-in-the-Wall.

[Verse 2]
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He'd pillage each village and search every home.
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No community had an immunity from this wild,
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Blue-eyed devil, but he played on the level,
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And he led the gang from the Hole-in-the-Wall.

[Chorus]
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The Hole-in-the-Wall, the Hole-in-the-Wall,
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There's a wild, barren land called the Hole-in-the-Wall.
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And the eagles that guard it are the spirits of the hard-bitten
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Cassidy Gang from the Hole-in-the-Wall.

[Verse 2]
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They'd raid from Montana to the Mexican border,
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Out west to Salt Lake and then east to St. Paul.
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No cavalry regiment had better order,
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Than the Cassidy Gang from the Hole-in-the-Wall.

[Verse 3]
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Their firepower was certain, they could put up a curtain
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Of lead that could hold back the best of them all.
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Earp and Doc Holliday sure never whiled away
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Time anywhere near the Hole-in-the-Wall.

[Chorus]
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The Hole-in-the-Wall, the Hole-in-the-Wall,
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There's a wild, barren land called the Hole-in-the-Wall.
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And the eagles that guard it are the spirits of the hard-bitten
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Cassidy Gang from the Hole-in-the-Wall.

[Verse 4]
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They always stol6 horses, the best of the lot.
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They'd steal 'em and sell 'em and split up the pot.
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They'd drink and carouse until they got the call,
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"Butch Cassidy waits at the Hole-in-the-Wall."

[Verse 5]
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Nobody betrayed him, he never was caught.
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And the old-timers tell me by some it's still thought,
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With a six-gun in each hand, he still rides the Badlands,
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The lands between hell and the Hole-in-the-Wall.

[Chorus]
                          D           A
The Hole-in-the-Wall, the Hole-in-the-Wall,
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There's a wild, barren land called the Hole-in-the-Wall.
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And the eagles that guard it are the spirits of the hard-bitten
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Cassidy Gang from the Hole-in-the-Wall.

[Ending]
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The Hole-in-the-Wall, the Hole-in-the-Wall, the Hole-in-the-Wall. FADE