hard tracks to follow
The saloon door banged open sounding like
Two holes in my back.
My red hearts straight turned the color of spades’ deep black.
Lefty Purcell and his brother Righty
Were aiming to send us to hell
To join the fallen mighty.
Ruby’s luck ran out as she stumbled on my hand.
Her charity death made me one less cold stone-dead man.
Experience has taught me to always keep my pistol cocked.
It’s money in the bank for avoiding future shock.
Lefty fell first followed by his brother known as Righty.
Hell’s arms take in all of the fallen mighty.
My sidekick beat me out of the bar room side door.
He’s still sore as hell about that bar room whore
Who got his money but never did get his gun.
Pay now play later sure don’t add up to fun.
The jury was still out when we made our jail house break.
Self-defense sometimes can be a terrible mistake.
Other times it’s the only road left to take.
The posse was closing in but there was no way they could know
That they were not to be the closing act in our destiny’s show.
First light found us riding on forgiving granite rocks.
Vanished tracks can’t be hit even by point blank pistol shots.
Me and Dusty been riding hard since then.
Feels like I’ve been riding hard since I don’t know when.
There’s always another posse that’s closing in.
There’s always another whore ready to take what you win.
There’s always another campfire that needs to be lit.
And there’s always two holes waiting for you no matter where you sit.
Me and Dusty, every day, we talk about all of that shit.
We’ll spend the rest of our lives trying to figure it.