Let me tell you a story, not long ago.
High on a mountain in Idaho.
In Idaho, I was living free.
Sold a sawed off shotgun to the deputy.
Chorus (twice):
Well don't shoot me down.
(There gonna shoot me down)
Don't shoot me down.
(Gonna shoot me down)
I gota wife and kids on Ruby Ridge
They gonna shoot me down
They shoot my good dog, they shot my boy.
My only sun my pride and joy.
They left my wife dead on the floor,
Holding our baby in a cabin door.
(Chorus)
So if you take a notion and you wanna go,
Build you a cabin in Idaho.
In Idaho, will be living free.
Don't ya sell no shotgun to the deputy.
(Chorus)
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