THE SONS OF KATIE ELDER
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From the four winds we have come, Katie Elder, 
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Four brothers on the run Katie Elder. 
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All your little ones have grown and we've reaped what we have sown, 
            
Yes, we've reaped what we have sown, Katie Elder. 
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Oh, the wind blows like the devil when it blows, 
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And the boy grows up and like the wind he goes. 
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So, mothers, teach your sons to not live by a gun, 
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And to not live like the sons of Katie Elder, 
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And to not live like the sons of Katie Elder. 
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I think you'd understand, Katie Elder, 
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That a man is just a man, Katie Elder. 
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They're bound to cut him down, if he doesn't stand his ground, 
         
But they haven't cut us down yet, Katie Elder.  
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Oh, the wind blows like the devil when it blows, 
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And the boy grows up and like the wind he goes. 
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So, mothers, teach your sons to not live by a gun, 
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And to not live like the sons of Katie Elder, 
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And to not live like the sons of Katie Elder. 
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We'll try to make it right, Katie Elder, 
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No more hidin' in the night, Katie Elder. 
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I vow it on your grave by all the things we never gave, 
                
And mistakes that we all made, Katie Elder. 
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Oh, the wind blows like the devil when it blows, 
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And the boy grows up and like the wind he goes. 
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So, mothers, teach your sons to not live by a gun, 
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And to not live like the sons of Katie Elder,  X2