The Stage

Darkness at the edge of town

There'll be bloodshed in the streets before the sun goes down

Sheriff Brown and his posse are coming up quick

I'm afraid to die pretty mama I think I might be sick

So the sheriff said meet me at the bell tower at high noon

If I skip out on a date I'll be known as a cowardess fool

So I strapped on my pistol and my weathered leather vest

There were 62 brave riders coming in from the west

They're coming in from the west

Well the dust began to dance, he made a move for his gun

Said Mr. Murphy if you don't want to die you better turn and run

He pulled back his hammer, and the sky began to hail

There were sixty-two brave riders peeling back his hair

They're peeling back his hair! yeah

*We were living in the wrong

We were living in the wrong

We were living in the wrong

Well there's freedom in the hills. thats where the trouble lies

With hooves of iron, the horse of power he rides

Over all the bodies, the blood and the cries

As I hopped on my steed, I wiped the blood from my eyes

Well the wind picked up, and I see her standing there

In her white cotton dress, and her hand in the air

She says I love you daddy, but of your friends I think you should beware

And just as our fingers touched an arrow flung from the square

An arrow flung from the square!

I felt the pain and the pressure of sixty-two sins

Well the chief of the west wasn't any kind of friend, yeah

So my body went limp, my body broke in the dust

And as I bled out in the street

He took my love for to lust, yeah

He took my love for to lust, yeah

He took my love for to lust

He took my love for to lust, lust

He took my love for to lust!