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Lost lives was how the West was won
Nothing you can’t solve with a gun
You showed the world the way to go
Did what a man has got to do

Somewhere beneath a western sky
You killed the losers born to die
Playing the noble gun for hire
Shooting and fighting fire with fire

You tell the truth
For the common folk
Can you read the signs
In a puff of smoke?

Johnny, can you hear me
On the frontier, on the prairie?
And I said – Johnny, can you hear me
On the island, in the sky?

You wore your silver star with pride
Unfazed by all the souls that died
You knew by instinct what was right
Then proved it when you won the fight

You tell the truth
For the common folk
Can you read the signs
In a puff of smoke?

Johnny, can you hear me
On the frontier, on the prairie?
And I said – Johnny, can you hear me
On the island, in the sky?

Johnny, can you hear me
On the frontier, on the prairie?
And I said – Johnny, can you hear me
On the island, in the sky?

Johnny – you know the West’s still wild
Can you hear me – nothing is reconciled
From the stagecoach – you’d better grab your gun
In the badlands – we’re gonna have some fun

And I said – Johnny – do what you know you can
Can you hear me – you always get your man
From the railroad – head for the setting sun
From the mines – and make the bad guys run.

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