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Clan With No Name / CWNN
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We Are The Clan With No Name…
As the “Man With No Name” once said as Tuco tried to read the grave marked “Unknown,” “there’s no name here either.”
History
To the town of Agua Fria rode a stranger one fine day
Hardly spoke to folks around him didn’t have too much to say
No one dared to ask his business no one dared to make a slip
for the stranger there among them had a big iron on his hip
Big iron on his hip
Manifesto
They call me a drifter, they say I’m no good
I’ll never amount to a thing
Well I may be a drifter and I may be no good
There’s joy in this song that I sing.
Saddle tramp, saddle tramp
I’m as free as the breeze and I ride where I please
Saddle tramp, saddle tramp.
Charter
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