Well Duggan was a purebred 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   Till 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   Till 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   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.