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I've grown tired of this placeI'm sick and tired of being seenI've got an itch that I can't shakeIt's saying "Don't even pick up, just leave."Sometimes I wish I had a broader shoulderSometimes I wish I could carry myself like I was olderIf I had the disposition of a man on a missionI could go be a banditoAnd I would do whatever I pleaseAnd I wouldn't worry about anythingExcept my own back and when I'd make my next stingAll I need is my gun and my dogAnd she's got the right attitude to be a bandito, tooI will wear my jacket looseI'll tear up my jeans and put on some ugly bootsI'll pull my hat real low and never make up my faceIf people ask me where I'm going I'll say "Wherever my feet take me."And I'll sleep where I sleepAnd I'll eat what I eatNot tied down by house or home SongtexteI've got my home, it's on the road'Cause it takes go to be a banditoAnd I will do whatever I pleaseAnd I won't worry about anythingExcept my own back and whenI'll make my next stingAll I need is my gun and my dog And she's got the right attitude to be a bandito, tooBy train or by truck or by boat or by planeWon't get caught by the law, I'll tell no one my nameAnd you can try to find me, but I won't be found'Cause now I know what I need, I'm freedom boundAnd I will do whatever I pleaseAnd I won't worry about anythingExcept my own back and whenI'll make my next stingAll I need is my gun and my dog And she's got the right attitude to be a bandito, too Aus Songtexte Mania