Valley of Dry Bones

Serpent of old, rides a dark black stead,
A horse trader in a den of thieves

A coin and a trick, to tame your cow lick,
Like a bird in the hand, you stick to the plan

Crow bait, you closed the gate,
Plucked out your eye, laughed when you cried

List in the saddle, culled from the cattle,
Like an apple for a horse, he's gonna lead you off course

He'll take you there, lead you nowhere,
Never to find your way home
In a valley of dry bones
In a valley of dry bones

A Sharpe's Carbine, a dry canteen,
What's left at stake, what good you going to make?

No ground water, no thought, no fodder,
Toil in the tar, with a Webster cigar,

Down this path, there's going to be a blood bath,
Dead in the ground, blowflies flying round

Sixteen trees between here and there,
fire a shot when I'm the last thing you got

He'll take you there, lead you nowhere,
Never to find your way home
In a valley of dry bones
In a valley of dry bones



Credits
Writer(s): Christopher D Knox
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