Tour Death Song

Would you cut me out
From them all
Just like the others
To go and spend ten years on the devil's sword

Mark my words
I will stagger on back to Texas
Under the burning eye of an empty world
Lock myself and my thoughts
Not for the first time
Listen my mind ain't what it used to be

I'm looking back to the East
And that's where I started
And I don't want it to catch up to me

Would you cut me out
From the cloth
I am your brother
You and I have been through many trials

Mark my words
I will dance upon Satan's doorstep
Just for one more chance to see you smile
Throw out a prayer to Saint John
For the last time
I'm guessing my faith ain't what it used to be

But I'm looking out for the West
And that's where I'm going
If I just stay here long, I'll just accompany you



Credits
Writer(s): Charles Michael Parks, James Robert Staebler, Benjamin Mcleod, Allan Van Cleave
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