The Curse

They say no one is born bad,

On a count of they never meet a fella like me.

Now my Pa and Ma raised me in a church

To be a man of God and know wrong from right.

I always broke the rules and never fit in.

So I left my pa with his cattle and kissed my ma good bye

as I rode into the night in search of golden light

Learnin the ways of the West wasn't easy. 

Dressed in black from head to toe. 

Lighting quick an mighty slick,

while the hand of God lay at my hip, 

And on a horse dark as night.

But I came into my own, no remorse and cold as ice 

Did a stint down in Folsom, cause I robbed a man.

Over in Bisbee the gallows await, now an outlaw

I made my way down to Mexico to sit and plot. 

A while back I was playin cards down in dodge

and I crossed paths with a lying card cheat, his first mistake

so called him on it and the poor kid drew, second mistake

Now there wouldn’t be a third cause he was fast but I’m faster.

When you see that look in my eye

boy you better be ready to die

cause I sure as hell won’t miss

leave ya layin’ face first in a ditch

Time passed and out of nowhere an angry brother arose 

Fella who goes by the name Charlie Prince.

A cowboy famous for his handiwork, who

wielded a set of Schofields, and was most precise

Came upon me, while in a drunken state I lay.

Looked him dead in the eye, as I slowly stood.

My palm hovered above the hand of God, for once

As time stood still, I pondered my life and then he drew.

The hand of God that lay at my hip

A gun with a costly curse

Not a fly hurt or a soul sent to judgement

That didn't deserve its fate, but

Every man is right by his own eye

and now it was my time to die