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Drew Shortell - Western Chronicle Lyrics



Drew Shortell - Western Chronicle Lyrics
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Out in the badlands of the west there rode a man who killed the rest
His papers called him Cole Hill III but the coyotes knew him as the Texas Theif
He laid his saddle neath' his head and knew that it was time for bed
When day broke he climbed his horse and rode out to the desert shore
Down in the town of Belvidere Gulch, crimes and sins were oft indulged
Lawman Rogers' head was down, in a whiskey flask his face was drowned
The thief he rode to the center of the town, shot his gun in the air, put his feet on the ground
Suddenly awoke from the ringing of the shot, Rogers tied up his pants with a bowline knot
He stepped out the door, looked around, 'bout the square, saw a man put his hand on a hammer spur
Rogers did the same, prayed to God, said his name, but the thief was a chief in the standoff game
The lawman was shot through the bone of his arm, and the thief left the town with his horse in a storm
Townspeople asked why the thief had appeared, shot a man in the arm, then disappeared
The thief jumped a train, left his horse in the dust, grabbed a seat, crossed his legs, then his eyes had shut
Someone had opened the door to the car, was a man who hadn't traveled far
Rogers appeared with his arm wrapped tight, drew his gun towards the thief, fired straight through his teeth
It would only be four days, weeks, and months when order restored in the wild west
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Out in the badlands of the west there rode a man who killed the rest
His papers called him Cole Hill III but the coyotes knew him as the Texas Theif
He laid his saddle neath' his head and knew that it was time for bed
When day broke he climbed his horse and rode out to the desert shore
Down in the town of Belvidere Gulch, crimes and sins were oft indulged
Lawman Rogers' head was down, in a whiskey flask his face was drowned
The thief he rode to the center of the town, shot his gun in the air, put his feet on the ground
Suddenly awoke from the ringing of the shot, Rogers tied up his pants with a bowline knot
He stepped out the door, looked around, 'bout the square, saw a man put his hand on a hammer spur
Rogers did the same, prayed to God, said his name, but the thief was a chief in the standoff game
The lawman was shot through the bone of his arm, and the thief left the town with his horse in a storm
Townspeople asked why the thief had appeared, shot a man in the arm, then disappeared
The thief jumped a train, left his horse in the dust, grabbed a seat, crossed his legs, then his eyes had shut
Someone had opened the door to the car, was a man who hadn't traveled far
Rogers appeared with his arm wrapped tight, drew his gun towards the thief, fired straight through his teeth
It would only be four days, weeks, and months when order restored in the wild west
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Writer: Drew Shortell
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Performed By: Drew Shortell
Language: English
Length: 2:33
Written by: Drew Shortell
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