Six Graves West

[Verse 1]
Dust was rising on the main street road
Six black horses, heavy with their load
Guns at their sides, eyes cold as stone
They came for blood, they came alone

The town went silent, shutters slammed tight
No one dared to walk into that light
Then through the heat, through the breathless air
A shadow stood – the hunter was there



[Chorus]
Six graves west, where the wind won’t rest
Crosses bare, no names to confess
Six souls gone, by the fastest hand yet
And the hunter rides on…
past the six graves west



[Verse 2]
They called him Black Kane, no one knew his kin
Said he’d never lost, never let one win
Bullets whispered like a cold night hymn
Once he marked your name, it belonged to him

No word was spoken, no warning cry
Just the ring of spurs, and the devil’s eye
One by one they dropped in the dirt
Six heartbeats stopped, and none could hurt



[Chorus]
Six graves west, where the wind won’t rest
Crosses bare, no names to confess
Six souls gone, by the fastest hand yet
And the hunter rides on…
past the six graves west



[Bridge]
Some say they saw him shot before
But he stood again, like death’s own war
Lead and steel couldn’t slow his breath
He’s the ghost that walks in flesh



[Verse 3]
Now the grass grows wild where the bodies sleep
Coyotes cry and the shadows creep
And every drifter that heads out west
Hears the whisper of the six laid to rest

Don’t ride that trail when the moon turns red
Or you might wake the hunter’s dead
For every outlaw who dares that test
Ends up lying in the six graves west



[Final Chorus]
Six graves west, where the wind won’t rest
Crosses bare, no names to confess
Six souls gone, by the fastest hand yet
And the hunter rides on…
past the six graves west



[Outro]
No one knows where Black Kane sleeps
But the ground still trembles when his shadow creeps
And if you hear that church bell’s breath…
it might be you who rides to the six graves west

dark country, western gothic, outlaw ballad, murder ballad, ghost story, americana, southern gothic