Gallows Bird
Again on the run
tell my father he has lost a son
All is said and done
killed a man with a gun
cold blood under desert sun
Mother don't you cry
I'll find my peace when i die
when you find me, take my body home
Gallows on a hill
waiting for my time to stand still
preacher blessing sin upon a sin
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