He heads towards the sunset, with his six guns by his side
Shoulders hunched his brim real low, keeps the glare from his eyes
Dirt around his face and the dust settles on his boots
Riding west where the sun will set, heading to his roots.
He killed some men not long ago in a gun fight on the street
The sound of their deaths, a memory he will always keep
It was an act of vengeance but the law’s not on his side
And if he don’t want to hand to the west he must ride.
Forever now an outlaw, with a price upon his head
Got to keep on running, or end up dead
His act of vengeance is fulfilled, but his heart is filled with dread
The last time he was home, there was a bullet in her head.
He had shot and killed 2 men for the act that they had done
One was the local sheriff, the other man his son
They been to his home when both were worse for wear
Raped his wife and killed his kids with not a single care.