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Oh hear Odin to town hot and dusty
To that bar else the sun began to set
And he pulled out his packet of Maekins
Just to roll up that last cigarette
Oh she strolled from the end of the bar room
As she passed him, she stopped and their eyes met
And she slipped the match out of his fingers
Just to light up his last cigarette
She didn't know of the cigarette he carried
She couldn't know of that terrible bet
She didn't know they were coming to get him
She didn't know it was his last cigarette
Oh he had broken the toughest of bronkels
Like the outlaws and gunmen he had met
Ah but he turned his back to the doorway
When she lit up that last cigarette
For a moment the future seemed changing
Of the past he could have no regret
When they came in with guns all ablazing
He was smoking that last cigarette
When the gun smoke had cleared he lay dying
As she now by his side he could forget
And he sighed and he smiled and said to her
Thanks for lighting my last cigarette
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