Grace was Jack's darlin' lovin sweety The thought of her could still paralyze him now And a cold wind brought him back again Back to where it all began
Started with a drink somewhere in Georgia Three weeks later married in Montana They hid behind the shadow of their rifles Burnin' bright and fast in the wind
Now and then you'd read about 'em in the papers Another sheriff gunned down in durango You'd read they'd been caught and broke out of Yuma With veins to thick and blood to thin
With every kill their love grew stronger Every dollar bill they felt fonder 'Til the night Grace mistaked the weight of her gun Jack found her corpse with the mornin' sun
It's been thirty years since Jack picked up a weapon His pistol lay down in Graces casket And he goes by Tom And he lives in his sorrow About the life that could have been
He sits and stares out his lonesome desert mansion Paid in gold from the heist that killed his darlin' And he buys his time awaiting hell Where he'll find Grace with his loaded gun Where he'll find Grace with his loaded gunTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
