I was alone On a barren field Just a box of matches And a Chesterfield
I’d never thought I’d see the sunrise again The noose left a mark on my throat Unabsolved of sin
They took my gun And they took my wife But that don’t matter – my pride is still alive
Where I shall walk A trail be felt Of cold dead bodies buried in the sand
Son of a bitch is still in my home town Fucking whores, drinking whiskey and being a clown The sky will turn red as I run him down His corpse will feed the worms before the day is done