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.



Bridge : It wasn´t too long till a team of Texas Ranger

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."



Chorus



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 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 jsut 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.



2nd Chorus

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 safe bet we´re headed

To the border and beyond