The trail winds through desert towns
And I've [bad word] my fill
My boots they kiss the sand and walk on
Shot a man once for looking wrong
when he begged shot again
Did time but didn't stay in long
I learned a gun when I was six years old
From a man who killed for money
Shot down on the edge of town
Made my [bad word] cold and funny
And as I rot in the settin' sun
Ugly birds fly above
Strapped to my side rides the only thing
That I've ever loved