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.