Dead End Town

Tequila sunrise on the southern sky
Free riding' cowboys
Wanted dead or alive
I grew up on the gypsy road
Just never thought I'd end up in this

Dead end town
Too far from home
Not here to stick around
In this dead end town
No forty-five six shooter gets me out in time

Hollow eyes and an ice cold stare
No one here gets anywhere
Working their backs out
And getting no pay
Thinning out their waistline
Every day
Slow train coming to the end of the line
Black smoke rising up
It's right on time
Shadows getting off
Nobody gets on
It's a one way ticket

To this
Dead end town
Too far from home
Not here to stick around
In this dead end town
No forty-five six shooter gets me out in time

Went to the crossroad
At the end of the street
A pale rider knelt
Before my feet
I shot him down
And I said to his face
No matter what it takes
I'm getting out of this place

(Dead end town)
Too far from home
Not here to fuck around
In this dead end town
No forty-five six shooter gets me out in time



Credits
Writer(s): Edvard Brachel, Elias Wallumrod Orning
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