Dark country

I have travelled a dusty way

Through the canyons, for long day

They say I have no soul left

Just a mind of killer and theft

They tried to pull a gun on me

I shot them and began my flee

Shotgun on my back, with ball in the pipe

Steady hand and scythe ready to ripe

I stood in the lines, like all the others

Being slaughtered and no one bothers

Rebels they called us, 

It ain't ya much

They hang fifteen men in that day at the gallow

And you tell me, I have only a ballot?

The more I ride, the more Devil says

I have your soul and can't please

You stole a horse and shot a man

Now they shall do whatever they can

To hang you high, hang you tight

There's no jail and no might

That could save you from gun-for-hire

Your life is strait and dire

On a morning, September 1870

When I was older than plenty

A young man, as myself would

Shot me in the chest, 'cause he could

He stole my horse, for his own flee

And there's no one to see.

(*inspired by dark country)