devil don't live in the fire below (s1 week 3)

Verse 1 Dust on my boots and the sun bleeding red Rode into Blackwood with an ache in my head Saw the sheriff nail a bounty to a splintered door Wanted dead, the man who robbed the company store I was low on cash, my horse needed grain So I took the paper and I took the reins Chorus Oh, the devil don't live in the fire below He's wearing a suit sitting in the front row Selling salvation for a piece of your soul While the whole damn town swallows you whole Verse 2 Tracked the thief up the ridge to a hollowed-out cave Found him coughing blood, digging his own grave He didn't have the gold, just a ledger stained red Full of names of the miners the mayor left dead Said they poisoned the well just to buy up the land Then he tossed me the book with a trembling hand Chorus Oh, the devil don't live in the fire below He's wearing a suit sitting in the front row Selling salvation for a piece of your soul While the whole damn town swallows you whole Bridge I sat there a minute just watching him die Looked down at the valley under a bruised-up sky Funny how the law is just a badge and a lie Funny how it's always the poor ones who fry Verse 3 Rode back down to Blackwood under cover of night Didn't draw my six-gun, didn't start a fair fight Just barred the saloon doors, lit a kerosene rag Tossed it through the window and grabbed the mayor's bag Left the ledger in the dirt for the marshal to find Spurred my horse west and I didn't look behind Chorus Cause the devil don't live in the fire below He was wearing a suit sitting in the front row Selling salvation for a piece of your soul But the fire in the town swallowed him whole