Drivin' cattle in the wild midwest Got a lawman star on my vest Had a hangin' just last week Strung 'im up on a branch of teak That crazy old coot is toast Hope he don't come back as a ghost This sun will burn me red Rode hard and put away dead
Soaked down to the bone with sweat Saturated last cigarette No town for many a mile High noon has a rictus smile Then a sight that seems to random Is that some kind of phantom? Out thunders a great death rattle Which thoroughly spooks the cattle
Great chaos, cattle scatter Fall off my horse with a clatter Two tons of oncoming beef Crush me down to guts and teethTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
