The Outlaw Who Buried His Name

In the silence of his farm, an old man now ponders, Onto years back when his heart was craving wonders. He was the terror of the west, A man whose life was free of rest. He carved his life in the fire and lead, Carefree of the laws that most would dread. Yeah— Yeah-eh-yeah! He was a ghost in the sheriff’s town, The reaper's hand that would tear it all down. Rode in hard, with a band of men, A knife in the night, aimed at the sheriff's hand. His name would echo high and low, From dawn to dusk of the days that followed. A once fond memory from a long lost past, The whisper in the night that now always last. [Chorus] Oh god tell me, how does a man redeem his soul? When every road he can take only leads him to a hole He built his life from the blood and strife, Now he’s alone with the haunts of his life. A past refusing to let him sleep in, Ghosts of the dead still yearns for his sins. He’s a husk of that man he used to be, Once a killer at heart, now, he’s just lonely. He had spent many years on the run, Many tried, but the grasp of the law on him never sprung. In the end he grew wiser and bored, To settle down now his only goal. He traded gold for a farm in a remote land, Found a wife and kids to grant him strength. No longer greeding after riches and fame, He's now just the outlaw who buried his name. [Chorus] Oh god tell me, how does a man redeem his soul? When every road he can take only leads him to a hole He raised his kids to be just and kind For all of them to die to fate and time But alas, fate's hand with him wasn't done, And in time got all of his sons undone. To sickness and wars every single one fell, His wife, heartbroken, couldn't keep her spell. Now a graveyard onto his land, His family seem to wait for his end. The farmland ground also cursed by fate, Nothing grew, not even shame. OHHHH! OH-OH! WHOAHHHH! OH-OH [Bridge] Why is it that he alone still stands? When all those around gets put in the land. Is it the punishment heaven chose for him? To make others around pay so he'd feel grim. [Chorus] Oh god tell me, how does a man redeem his soul, When every road he can take only leads him to a hole? He fixed his life and became a man, But alas the past still yearns his end. The specters of old now haunt his dreams, And restless nights are now all he sees. Guilt has slowly crept its way, And for them he would finally meet his day. In the quiet of his home, the weight of the years was getting shown, There only so much that a man can carry alone. The law had long since stop to hunt for his head, But the night whispers still made him wish he were dead. His land had withered, so had his heart, Now waiting for death's embrace to do its part But his actions past had betrayed this spell, His family was in heaven, while he was bound to hell. [Chorus] Oh god tell me, how does a man redeem his soul? When every road he can take only leads him to a hole The ghosts of the past had made their way, His shielded heart could now be swayed. He bid farewell onto his land, and surrendered to the law ready to face its hand He revealed his buried name with eyes filled with tears And later that night found peace for the first time in years! OHHHH! OH-OH! WHOAHHHH! OH-OH It was a Sunday, a bright shiny day... At top the gallows, he was ready to meet his fate.... The rope on his neck felt like a sweet embrace.... Dearest irony, for the life he'd chase.... His body soon hanged til' dead... A serene smile forever locked across his head.