A Final Stand

Forsaken, left there to die
One bullet in his belly
And another in the pistol by his side

The sun burning
From up on high
Neath the shade of a willow he waits
For the hour to draw nigh

Neath the shade of a willow
He's making
A final stand
Neath the shade of a willow
Is where it ends

He sees riders
Cut through the valley
Like a pack of bloodhounds
They hunt him
And its law men
With rifles in hand
And he knows now what it means to be condemned

Neath the shade of a willow
He's making
A final stand
Neath the shade of a willow
Is where it ends

Neath the shade of a willow
He's making
A final stand
Neath the shade of a willow
Is where it ends



Credits
Writer(s): Dominic Enright
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