Desperate times and blind eyes brought them here
Search for new life, but their vision was unclear
Three dead inside, and I swore I heard them cry
"Lord, what have we done?"
Ride far away, boys
Head for the hills
Guns drawn behind you
Come to lay you still
Fast they rode, but they did not make it far
Pinned down and scared, regret heavy on their hearts
"Come on out, boys, with your hands held high
No one else has to die"
Ride far away, boys
Head for the hills
Guns drawn behind you
Come to lay you still
Ride far away, boys
Head for the hills
Guns drawn behind you
Come to lay you still