"Six Am Southern Oregon"
6am Oregon
Sallow rider in the dawn
Body dragging weary bones
Horse shoes cracking on broken stones
Tracked me in from Texas weeks ago
Mounted rangers I may never know
Hoof beats pounding in my head
Sleep is only for the dead
Lost my brother in a trail of blood
Promise broken I said I would
Waking nightmare in an endless run
For sixty dollars and a smoking gun
Mare is done she just laid down
Approaching riders the only sound
One shell left for me to share
I pray I’ll see my brother there
Silhouettes appear in morning sun
Careful aim and the end has come
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