One More Mile

[Intro — fast, grinding riff; twin guitars trade short, biting leads] [Verse 1] Butch had a grin that could buy them a bed, Sundance watched every hand instead. Two tired horses by a saloon door, Enough in their pockets to try once more. They studied the timetable, waited uphill, Let the freight come grinding till the night stood still. Butch cracked the safe; Sundance covered his back— Then the dark swallowed hoofbeats beside the track. [Pre-Chorus] Split up the money, saddle and go; Somebody’s talking in the town below. [Chorus] One more mile, Butch—one more mile! Sundance riding with his teeth clenched tight. Money won’t last and the horses won’t wait, Get across the river before daybreak. Run, boys, run till the morning comes— One more mile ahead of the guns! [Verse 2] Changed their names and they crossed the sea, Bought a little ground where they thought they’d be free. Butch fixed fences; Sundance rode, Mud on their boots on the long way home. For a while there was supper and a lamp left lit, A chair on the porch where a man could sit. Then a stranger came asking at the nearest store— That night their saddles lay beside the door. [Pre-Chorus] Fold up the deeds, leave the key inside; Wake up your partner—it’s time to ride. [Chorus] One more mile, Butch—one more mile! Sundance riding with his teeth clenched tight. Money won’t last and the horses won’t wait, Get across the river before daybreak. Run, boys, run till the morning comes— One more mile ahead of the guns! [Guitar Solo — driving rhythm; one lead bends and snarls, the other answers; join in harmony] [Bridge — heavy half-time groove] High in the hills with the daylight gone, Butch struck a match; Sundance looked on. Counted their cartridges out on the bed, Heard boots stop outside; neither man said A word till Butch gave a tired little smile: “Reckon these horses can make one more mile?” Sundance reached down and pulled on his boots— The lamp smoked black, and the room fell mute. [Final Chorus — full speed; urgent lead vocal] One more mile, Butch—one more mile! Sundance riding with his teeth clenched tight. Money won’t last and the horses won’t wait, Get across the river before daybreak. Run, boys, run till the morning comes— One more mile ahead of the guns! [Outro — drums drop out; guitars carry the melody] Some say they saw them years down the line, Buying fresh horses and doing just fine. Some say the trail ended cold in the hills— Pour out the whiskey; they’re arguing still. [Low, rough vocal] One more mile, Butch… One more mile. [Twin guitars return for a short, explosive finish]