One take, rough, very rough, recorded on a phone. The singing and playing is a bit messy in places but who cares?
LYRICS:
A man lies bleeding, sand soaking up his blood
He shot me once but I stabbed him good
Bones bleached white on the desert floor
I'll soon be knocking on the devil's door
Cold wind blowing down the back o' my neck
Feeling so low I'm a physical wreck
Big sun rising slowly high in the sky
Pretty soon now there'll be nowhere left to hide
With a bullet in my belly and a cut-throat smile
It's a long long walk down the murder mile
The hounds are getting closer, can you hear them howl
I got to keep going, keep going somehow
With a shirt full of blood and boots full of sand
There's blood in my mouth and there's blood on my hands
Time is running out, only one place to go
There's buzzards up above, and hell is down below
My bones will bleach white on the desert floor
I'll soon be knocking on the devil's door
My bones will bleach white on the desert floor
I'll soon be knocking on the devil's door
