[Verse 1] Down in Arizona where the army horses graze, There's a cantina at Camp Grant full of whiskey and haze. A skinny kid they called Antrim with a pistol at his side, And a blacksmith known as Windy with a mean streak a mile wide. Windy liked an audience, Windy liked a fight, Windy liked to throw the Kid around most every night. Called him names in front of men and slapped him to the floor, And every time the Kid got up, the whole room laughed some more. [Pre-Chorus] Keep your head down, Kid, Swallow your pride. But a boy can only bend so long Before something breaks inside. [Chorus] Oh, Camp Grant, Under that August moon, A big man laughing In a smoky saloon. Oh, Camp Grant, One shot and it's done. A boy pinned to the floor... Found his hand on his gun. [Verse 2] It was August when it happened and the night was hot and still, Windy threw him down again like he did it for the thrill. Knee across his chest and the whole room gathered round, Then the Kid's hand found the pistol and the thunder shook the ground. The blacksmith lived till morning, then his forge fire went cold, And a boy who'd been a bully's toy was a killer, seventeen years old. Nobody asked the question, nobody wanted to know, Whether a skinny kid on his back had anywhere else to go. [Pre-Chorus] Take a horse, Kid, Ride for the line. Arizona wants you hanging, And you're running out of time. [Chorus] Oh, Camp Grant, Under that August moon, A big man laughing In a smoky saloon. Oh, Camp Grant, One shot and it's done. A boy pinned to the floor... Found his hand on his gun. [Bridge – half-time] Was it murder? Was it fear? Would anybody listen To a skinny kid out here? One big man laughing, One boy on the ground, One shot in the dark... And the whole world turned around. [Instrumental Break] Slide guitar screams over the kick drum, then the band breaks into a galloping rhythm as he rides east. [Final Chorus] Oh, Camp Grant, Fading in the dark, The Kid rides for New Mexico With a hole in his heart. Oh, Camp Grant, Now the deed is done. He rode in as Kid Antrim... And rode out on the run. [Outro] Kid Antrim's wanted... Kid Antrim's gone... A new name waiting Somewhere further on.
