Witness Desert stretches on before you And your water jar is empty You got six shots in your pistol And none left on your belt… And your horse is getting tired Acting kinda lame And the men who ride behind you now Got one thing on their brain… Youre gonna die this time…You just know it Your gonna die this time….That’s a fact Chrs: You’ll answer for all your sins To whomever is present And they’ll butcher you for what you did to them When you met your band of brigands You thought that you were out of options Glanton he was paying gold With Mexico paying him To thin down the Apache When they grew scarce you moved on to Yumas Or Mexicans if they were poor enough Didn’t no one gave a damn. Y’all were sleeping at the Ferry across the Colorado River When the Yuma snuck up on you You did not hear a sound Now you’re the only one left riding Yes, you’re the only witness To this chapter in a history about how a deal goes down Instr Well, you will ride until your horse dies And walk long as you’re able Through this broken, rock-strewn sage-land hell The one they’re taking now. And they will find whatever’s in it Though it might take em years they’ve found… The Future ain’t no harder bet There’ll just be less to go around. Chrs Well we’re back here in this desert And it seems that we’ve learned nothing. Since the last time we bore witness To how the deal goes down.