Lyrics

Riding a train from Mexico
In the Snow and the Rain of my mind
It's time I've left some things behind me
Like Ohio and the things of my left hand
Believe it or not I will not rot in a jailcell
They'll Hang me for my wrong not long from the roosters crow
Please write my momma and tell her I've loved her
But my bodies got to go

West Texas Moon looks like a sunrise
Bright enough to expose all my flaws
Long before the tracks to railcars
Connected the end of the Indian Nation land
I robbed and killed men of fortune
Heading back from the West with a pocket full of Gold
Now it's time for me to payback
These things for which I owe

Miss I know you were mother
And I chose to write you instead of my own
Please travel North outside of Pecos
To an old church house
Known as "The Estacado's Fold"
In the back where they used to place communion
There's loose plank where stashed your first born's gold
Now it's time for me to payback these things for which I owe

They'll hang me high in the East Texas sky
They'll let my spirit roam these flat lands and these hills
Guarding every weary traveler from killers like me
And the bad things of the unknown
If you hear a gun shot in the night
Just know it was my .44 Colt
Now its time for me to payback
These Things for which I owe