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Three men
across the desert line
Driven by the gold
they design
Angle Eyes
with the cruel design
Tuco
screaming
in the dry sunshine
Blondie, the man with no name Playing a deadly desert game The
good, the bad, the ugly three
Outlaws locked in destiny (ahhh-ooh-ahhh)
Civil war
fires burning cold
While they hunt
for the buried gold
To Sad Hill where the gravestones lie
Underneath an unyielding sky
Angle Eyes
falls into the grave Blondie rides away,
silent and brave (oooh)