Those Poor Bastards
Grief Hits Hard
Very (?) tied in my legs
Got a bullet in my shoulder
Ganbler shot me down in Meggs
Found a six-headed snake sneaking its tongue by the fence
At first I was confused then it started making sense
Coughed the yellow fever back when I was twenty-three
(It) murdered my sweet heart, but it did not murder me
For many years I wonder through the deserts and the snow
No one to care and no one to know oh
Oh Dеar Lord, dear Lord
Grief hits so hard, so hard
Yellow bеllied drifter rides upon a rabid dog
Seen its eyes a- glowing through the mystified fog
Pulled my Avery handled knife
And I stabbed him in the face
Brains & bones dripping all over the place
They're laying down the rai's for a
Continental train
Soon this wild country
Will be civilized and tamed
Oh once I could find comfort
In the bottom of a glass
Now I can't find nothing
But you disapproving glance
Oh Dear Lord, dear Lord
Grief hits so hard, so hard
Don't you dare to fence me in
Wipe your face from off that grin
There's a widow in El Paso
Though she's only got one arm
She'll hold you her bosom
And bewitch you with her charm
Seen woman who was sleeping
Sent a spirit into town
She hoisted up her skirt
Then she brought the boys around
I am really sure
Of this or anything at all
Can't even trust your own delusions anymore
Stole some diamond rings
And some earrings made of gold
This meaningless pursuit of wealth will turn your spirit cold
Oh Dear Lord, dear Lord
Grief hits so hard, so hard
Don't you dare to fence me in
Wipe your face from off that grin