West Kill

In a time before law
Where justice was at the will of the common man
We look at the bitter cruelty of the western deserts
Man riding away, from a successful theft
Back filled to the brim... encased
An object worth more than money
Our two thieves would soon find out
The cost of their actions

Temprano en la mañana
Gozando el desierto
Cargando esta plata
Para pagar mis sueños
Miro en la distancia
A unos hombres güeros
Vienen por mi alma
Pa mandarme al infierno

Its early in the morning
Riding through the desert
Seeking for these swindlers
Rotten bloody bastards
The gallows wait for no one
Sins can't be undone

I see them in the distance
Escaping with our riches
My gun is getting heavy
I hope my hand is steady
They have sealed their fate
Now I await

Fuera de balas me quede
Herido y solo sin poder
Plata tirada en mis pies
Aqui me quedo a fallecer
Suplicando por mi vida
Estas la Muerte en el Oeste



Credits
Writer(s): Freddy Canseco
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