Gunslinger’s Psalm 𝕊𝕒𝕝𝕥𝕪 𝕃𝕀𝕍𝔼

The dust don’t settle on a weary mind Running from the shadows that I left behind My daddy was a drifter with a Bible and a blade I’m the debt of a prayer that was never paid The Hammond’s growling like a ghost in the hall Waiting for the hammer or the whiskey to fall. Oh! Under the rising of a desert sun I’m a preacher’s boy with a smoking gun Yeah, I’m the thunder in the canyon, the grit in the soul Where the river runs dry and the wild winds roll Slide that steel and let the guitars cry We’re living for the fire ‘til the day we die! The lawman’s coming but he’s far too late I’ve already shaken hands with fate Like a sad man’s tongue, I’ve got stories to tell Of a heaven-sent heart in a world made of hell One hand on the reins, one hand on the light I’m the king of the dirt in the middle of the night. Oh! Under the rising of a desert sun I’m a preacher’s boy with a smoking gun Yeah, I’m the thunder in the canyon, the grit in the soul Where the river runs dry and the wild winds roll Slide that steel and let the guitars cry We’re living for the fire ‘til the day we die! Redemption’s a road... That’s paved with gold... But my boots are heavy... And my blood is cold! Dust and redemption! Yeah, the salty soul is coming home!