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Five hundred golden pieces and a shoulder full of lead
A worn out horse between my feet, a pounding in my head
Gotta make it to the border, Lord this ain’t no place to die
On the river’s northern shore, underneath a Texas sky

I see stars
I see ocotillo blowing in the wind
Feel the breathing of my pony, I know we’ve reached the end
Hear the hoofbeats in the distance and the shouts of angry men
The rangers may surround me but they’ll never take me in

My shoulder burns like hell fire, this horse too tired to ride
I kick and curse and dig the spurs up hard against his side
He’s screaming like a banshee, running fast as he can go
From the posse trying to catch me to the land of Mexico

I see stars
I see ocotillo blowing in the wind
Feel the breathing of my pony, I know we’ve reached the end
Hear the hoofbeats in the distance and the shouts of angry men
The rangers may surround me but they’ll never take me in

My horse he gives up running, we fall hard upon the dirt
The rangers aim their shotguns at the pocket on my shirt
I reach slow for my revolver, the captain tips his hat
I kiss the sacred cylinder, I draw the hammer back

I see stars
I see ocotillo blowing in the wind
Feel the breathing of my pony, I know we’ve reached the end
Hear the hoofbeats in the distance and the shouts of angry men
The rangers may surround me but they’ll never take me in

The rangers may surround me but they’ll never take me in
The angels, they surround me
Mother Mary, take me in

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Charlie Stout Lubbock, Texas

A native of West Virginia, now a resident of West Texas, Charlie Stout draws on experience as a photographer and filmmaker to write cinematic lyrics of life and death on the New American Frontier.

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