Western Blood

The clock hits 12 o’clock noon on a dusty street
The one spot where the devils' crossroads meet
Where good and evil men settle their broken link
And the only sound will come from the six guns brink

A cattleman stands ready to draw
While a prejudice man stands tall
Both sides of the street holding a man ready to lose it all
One by the hand of death, the other by the arm of the law

The crowd gathers around quiet and prepared
The two men lose themselves in each other's stare
One will live and one will die, but no one cares
Both In their own ways found life isn’t fair

Two guns draw and gunshots ring out through the town
One man is standing while the other is shot down
When the smoke settles you see the blood leak from the bullet hole in his crown
The cattleman walks away leaving the demon lifeless on the ground