From the recording The way of the gun
This latest release is a nostalgic, cinematic ode to childhood days spent watching spaghetti westerns on TV. More than a simple tribute, The Way of the Gun is my attempt to write the theme song to a movie that doesn’t exist — a dusty, imaginary world full of heroes, heartache, and horizon lines. With a haunting melody and evocative lyrics, the track blends folk intimacy with a sweeping sense of drama.
Lyrics
Kissed his bride so tenderly
Wiped her tears with his handkerchief
Held her hand and whispered of his love
Told his son 'you're the man of the house'
Turned his horse and headed out
Lived his life by the way of the gun.
He knew today could be his last
As he Went for his gun and his life went past
Laying there with his killer looking down.
The lives he took the loves he lost
For blood and lust he paid the cost
The show is done now bring them curtains down
You left a trail of dead across this land
You'll never wash that blood from your hands
He prayed forgiveness but he choked
The blood gurgling in his throat
Death be comin to take him away
Lungs fill with dust and blood
Life it pours into the mud
Debt of sin, hes got no gold to pay
Young man prays lord turn your ear
God Said son you ain't welcome here
Best you turn around, be on your way
Well he rolled the dice with every shot
And that bastard deserved the death he got
When gambling your soul the devil wins.
The devil always wins
You left a trail of dead across this land
You'll never wash that blood from your hands
Tell my boy to be a better man
The way of the gun is the way of the damned