There aint no judge, no jury down around El Paso Hangman posse blazing my trail before I get to Mexico Thirteen guns were tracking, side the Rio Grande they rod...

Down in the cellar where the rabies and the rats are free Back wood boy had an inbred mother, lost his mind to an early disease Digging in the dirt in an old gr...

I just called to let you know I've been thinking about how home is where the heart is The recent unpleasantries relocated from my sleeve Losing face and losing ...

Tuesday's rain falls like a river on my head And who's to blame for the signal turning red As I stand here all alone And count the sands of time I watch the sun...