~ outlaw blues ~

24 Jul

OUTLAW BLUES

ON THE HIGH PLAINS
WINTER IS COMING DOWN
MEN DO THEIR WORK OR THEIR DUTY

WORD CAME THROUGH
OF THE VERDICT IN TOWN
AND HOW THE MARSHALL VOWED TO FIND ME

WHEN A SUNSET’S FIRE BLINDS MY EYES
I GET RESTLESS AND MOODY
THEN LIKE A SHOOTING STAR
THROUGH A LONELY SUMMER SKY
I GET GONE
GONE
GONE

YOU’VE HEARD OF MEN
WHO LIVE BY THE GUN
MEN DO THEIR WORK OR THEIR DUTY

I LEFT A MAN
FACE DOWN IN THE SUN
ALONG THE RIVER IN MISSOURI

rope

 

WHEN A SUNSET’S FIRE BLINDS MY EYES
I GET RESTLESS AND MOODY
THEN LIKE A SHOOTING STAR
THROUGH A LONELY SUMMER SKY
I GET GONE
GONE
GONE

 

 

I KNOW SOMEDAY
JUSTICE WILL BE DONE
MEN DO THEIR WORK OR THEIR DUTY

AT THE END OF A ROPE
OR THE BARREL OF A GUN
I’LL HAVE TO PAY ON THEIR BOUNTY

WHEN A SUNSET’S FIRE BLINDS MY EYES
I GET RESTLESS AND MOODY
THEN LIKE A SHOOTING STAR
THROUGH A LONELY SUMMER SKY
I GET GONE
GONE
GONE

WHEN A SUNSET’S FIRE
BLINDS MY EYES
I GET GONE
GONE
GONE

©2016 JEFITZGERALD ~ MUZZY LAKE MUSIC ~ ASCAP ~ ALL RIGHTS RESERVED
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IN THESE HILLS

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