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It's cold and dark in this old town bar It's the only thing this man has known
He's now too lost to make it home
Through the wind and the rain he's seen it all
Now he wait's on the devils call

As the crows fly
Blackened souls die... I'm one

Win or lose only you can choose, Can he make it right and flip a coin
Here he'll meet his breaking point
It's all just like he's seen before
Reaper's knocking on his door

As the crows fly
Blackened souls die... I'm one

By the old town folk and the old town laws Cold and scared and way too broke
Pour a drink and light a smoke
The day has died from morn to moon
That same high fades much too soon

As the crows fly
Blackened souls die... ohhh

As the crows fly
Blackened souls die...

He makes his way back through this town
No one can speak of what he's done
Or the tale of how the Wild West was won
Despite the lightning and the thunder
He'll ride until he's six feet under



Credits
Writer(s): Zak Cudney
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