The Kid

[Verse 1]
They found me sleeping in a shed, dust motes dancing in the light That damn lawman, Garrett, he was quick, and damn near out of sight. It was Fort Sumner, hot and still, the adobe baking red, Thought I was safe, just for a spell, with a pillow for my head. They say I laughed, or maybe cursed, when that shadow filled the door, But all I felt was something burst, and a cold dread to my core.

[Verse 2]
Lincoln County, it was blood and fire, a war on every hand, Dolan's men and Tunstall's ire, fought for control of this godforsaken land. I rode with Regulators then, swore an oath to honest J.T. Watched him fall, a good, kind man, now vengeance rode along with me. We shot 'em down, that bloody crew, Brady, Hindman, all the rest, Didn't ask for much, just what was due, put the bad men to the test.

[Verse 3]
From Arizona to the Pecos flow, a quick hand and an even quicker eye, They pinned a legend on me, you know, beneath that wide New Mexico sky. They called me murderer, cold and stark, for every man I sent to ground, But they forget the branding mark, the injustice all around. I was just a kid, caught in the fray, when my mother passed and left me lone, Learned to fight, learned to kill that day, just to keep a hide and bone.

[Verse 4]
They dragged me out of that hotel room, shackled tight in iron chains, Said the gallows was my coming doom, for all the lawless, bloody stains. But the guard was soft, or maybe green, or maybe just a little slow, Two more fell, a bloody scene, before I slipped into the afterglow. Took a shotgun, blew him back, escaped the noose they spun for me, Another notch 
on a dusty track, a wild spirit running free.

[Outro] 
So they write their books and spin their yarns, of the outlaw and the gun, But the truth out here just twists and turns, 'til your race is finally run. The desert wind, it knows my name, whispers it across the sand, Just a boy who played a deadly game, in a harsh and unforgiving land. [Music ends with a sustained, feedback-drenched guitar chord fading into the sound of a distant gunshot and wind]

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[Music: Starts with a gritty, driving modern rock riff, heavy on distorted guitars and a strong, marching drum beat. Think a bit like early Queens of the Stone Age mixed with some classic outlaw country grit] [Verse 1] They found me sleeping in a shed, dust motes dancing in the light That damn lawman, Garrett, he was quick, and damn near out of sight. It was Fort Sumner, hot and still, the adobe baking red, Thought I was safe, just for a spell, with a pillow for my head. They say I laughed, or maybe cursed, when that shadow filled the door, But all I felt was something burst, and a cold dread to my core. [Verse 2] Lincoln County, it was blood and fire, a war on every hand, Dolan's men and Tunstall's ire, fought for control of this godforsaken land. I rode with Regulators then, swore an oath to honest J.T. Watched him fall, a good, kind man, now vengeance rode along with me. We shot 'em down, that bloody crew, Brady, Hindman, all the rest, Didn't ask for much, just what was due, put the bad men to the test. [Verse 3] From Arizona to the Pecos flow, a quick hand and an even quicker eye, They pinned a legend on me, you know, beneath that wide New Mexico sky. They called me murderer, cold and stark, for every man I sent to ground, But they forget the branding mark, the injustice all around. I was just a kid, caught in the fray, when my mother passed and left me lone, Learned to fight, learned to kill that day, just to keep a hide and bone. [Verse 4] They dragged me out of that hotel room, shackled tight in iron chains, Said the gallows was my coming doom, for all the lawless, bloody stains. But the guard was soft, or maybe green, or maybe just a little slow, Two more fell, a bloody scene, before I slipped into the afterglow. Took a shotgun, blew him back, escaped the noose they spun for me, Another notch on a dusty track, a wild spirit running free. [Outro] So they write their books and spin their yarns, of the outlaw and the gun, But the truth out here just twists and turns, 'til your race is finally run. The desert wind, it knows my name, whispers it across the sand, Just a boy who played a deadly game, in a harsh and unforgiving land. [Music ends with a sustained, feedback-drenched guitar chord fading into the sound of a distant gunshot and wind]

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