From the church right down to the county line, Every single stone in this town is mine. The sun comes up when I say it can, The moon hides its face, 'cause it knows I'm the man. They call me the devil, in a whisper soft and low, But I hear everything, boy. I reap what they sow. 'Cause this is my town! My rules and my game! Everybody livin' here knows my damn name! You can pray to your god, you can curse, you can plead, But in the end, your soul just plants my seed! The sheriff? Saw him yesterday, passed out in the mud, His tin star's rusty, his veins are full of crud. His pistol is a toy, his law is a joke, He knows what it's worth when I'm the one who spoke. There was a hero once, tried to stand up proud and tall, Now his bones are bleaching in the canyon, that's all. 'Cause this is my town! My rules and my game! Everybody livin' here knows my damn name! You can pray to your god, you can curse, you can plead, But in the end, your soul just plants my seed! You can build a house here, you can raise a son, But you never forget whose valley you're on. You can work the land hard, from the dawn 'til the dusk, But a tenth of it's mine, turning your dreams to dust. This ain't a request. 'Cause this is my town! My rules and my game! Everybody livin' here knows my damn name! You can pray to your god, you can curse, you can plead, But in the end, your soul just plants my seed! My town...
