Kick the dusty trails
and ride into tomorrow
each day we're out
is another day the bounty is raised.
my shotgun and my revolver
hold my soul safe
from the eagle's eye
perching on some high desert cliff.
my horse's gallop take off
with the thrill of
the chase.
steady three beat drumming
carrying me to
my final resting place.

08/09/2005

Posted on 08/09/2005
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