(Verse 1)
I was born in the dust of the dying plains,
Where the law rides hard and the outlaws reign.
Had a gang, had a name, thought we’d never fall,
But the end was waitin’ in that mountain call.
Arthur rode with honor, heart beatin’ slow,
Caught between redemption and the undertow.
Watched the sun sink low on that final day,
With a cough in his chest and nothin’ left to say.
(Chorus)
Oh, the West don’t care who you try to be,
It’ll swallow your soul like a burnin’ tree.
Two men stood tall, tried to do what’s right,
But the past don’t fade in the dead of night.
It’s a cold, cruel wind that’ll steal your breath—
That’s the tale of the Red Dead’s tragic death.
(Verse 2)
John laid down his gun, tried to live real clean,
Built a home from the wreckage of broken dreams.
But the law came knockin’ with a settlin’ score,
And he paid in blood by that barnhouse door.
He gave it all for the woman he loved,
For a boy and a future, a push come to shove.
But in the end, they shoot you just the same,
Don’t matter if you’ve changed or forgot your name.
(Chorus)
Yeah, the West don’t care who you try to be,
It’ll drown your prayers in the endless sea.
Two men tried hard to outrun the tide,
But you can’t shake ghosts when they ride inside.
It’s a bitter old song with a whiskey breath—
That’s the tale of the Red Dead’s tragic death.
(Bridge)
Maybe there’s peace where the wild winds wail,
Where the stars shine soft on a lonesome trail.
But I still hear their boots in the moonlit hush,
And the echo of gunfire in the mesquite brush.
(Added Verse – 1 Minute Extension)
There’s a grave on a hill where the flowers don’t grow,
Just a cross and a name in the settin’ glow.
And a voice on the wind whisperin’ through the pines,
Sayin’, “Live how you must, but you pay in time.”
Dutch lost his mind, Micah lost his soul,
The rest scattered like ashes from a fire gone cold.
But Arthur and John, well, they carved their name,
In the story of the West, in the dust and flame.
(Final Chorus – Refrain)
No, the West don’t care, won’t mourn your fall,
It just carves your name in a canyon wall.
Two outlaws tried to write their own fate,
But the world moved on, and it came too late.
Now they ride in the songs ‘til there’s nothin’ left—
Just the tale of the Red Dead’s tragic death.
(Outro – Slow and Soft)
Yeah, the sun sets slow on the ones who bled,
In the land of the lost and the Red Dead dead…
And I still ride alone with the ghosts I met—
Tellin’ tales of the Red Dead’s tragic death.
ReapEternal
