No Flowers On My Grave

It's just me and my good old horse I have no son, I have no daughter No one ever to ask for forgiveness And in the pouring rain I leave Blackwater With so many out there, who wants to see me gone And everey truth I speak just makes me so sad To try to end this wicked way of living Cause I know my life's been so very bad There is nothing left here for my kind of man For all that's left for me is only my own death It is much too late to make a change of plan The times will come for my very last breath And you know... I want no flowers on my grave In the red dirt dust I'm hedaing back to Armadillo Chased by all the evil thoughts and the Devil on my back A 1000 dollar reward for my head was howling in the wind So the horse and I kept going west along the railroadtrack I was thinking of John Marston, and of Arthur Morgan too Betrayed by people they trust, their lifes was none to spare And my time was finally over, gunned down in Gaptooth Breach If anyone wonder I promise you all that I don't even care And you know... And you know... There is nothing left here for my kind of man For all that's left for me is only my own death It is much too late to make a change of plan The times will come for my very last breath And you know... I want no flowers on my grave And you know... And you know... There is nothing left here for my kind of man For all that's left for me is only my own death It is much too late to make a change of plan The times will come for my very last breath And you know... I want no flowers on my grave