Well, duggan was a pure-bred hill country kicker.
he loved to shoot his pistols, and he loved to drink his liquor.
his daddy had long since given up on tryin' to tame him.
he knew he hated sweatin' in the fields; he couldn't blame him.
but when his only son robbed the chillicothe flyer,
he guessed the days were numbered, 'til he'd have to face the fire.
Well duggan rode up to the house, his pa ran out to meet him.
he said: "son, why'd you do it?"
duggan said: "i had my reasons."
his daddy told him: "boy, you've always been so full of juice,
"but any day your neck, it will be hangin' in a noose."
duggan winked and mounted; stirred his horse into a lather:
he never looked back, guess it really didn't matter
It wasn't too long till a team of texas rangers,
pounded on the door, man, faces filled with anger.
duggan's papa opened up, said "no need to shout,
"i don't know where he is, but i know what he's all about."
"he likes to dance out to the edge, he likes to cut to the chase.
"you see he's never been one for reinin' back to a slow and steady pace.
"if you ask me where he's bound,
"well, boys, i just can't respond.
"but from the look in his eyes it's a safe bet he's headed,
"to the border and beyond."
Well, the moral of this tale is you can't change a leopard's spots.
don't blame a man for failing to be something that he's not.
so girl, with that in mind, won't you step into the light.
we'll move just left of center 'til we finally get it right.
remember, i'm a push it to the limit kind of guy.
you may ask me how we'll do it, but no need to ask me why.
I like to dance out to the edge, oh, i like to cut to the chase.
you see, i've never been one for reinin' back to a slow and steady pace.
if you ask me where we're bound,
well, honey, i just can't respond.
but from the look in your eyes it's a safe bet we're headed,
to the border and beyond.
Yeah, from the look in your eyes it's a safe bet we're headed,
to the border,
to the border and beyond.