Almost Gone
My girlfriend will not be pleased I posted this here. It's her favorite song of mine that I've written. It's a western-style song, about a charlatan, a con artist, living in the old west before modernity settled in during the early 1900s. This guy runs his scams as a preacher, using saloon girls, to outright robbery, and realizes that the "west" he knows is almost gone. I really enjoy this song. Out of all I've ever written, it's my #2 favorite song. I don't want anyone else to have it, but it's time...
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In den Warenkorb
Wunschliste
I ply my trade from town to town
Helpin’ all who are sinnin’
Curing everything that ails
And tryin’ to hide out from the brigands
Got some gold in the wagon
They don’t need to know about
Hiding shotguns in the cabin
Leave at night, go further south
And I might be in Tombstone by the morning…
(Chorus)
Oh, dusty roads, those westward trails
Saddle up your fastest horse, it’s time to ride
Those dancing girls, they never fail
Hitch up to your post and walk inside
Have a drink on me, let’s sing a song
It won’t be long
The west is almost gone
Saw a man hanged down in Dodge
He weren’t bad but stole a pony
And his final words still haunt me
“Betty, you’re my one and only”
And they chased me up through Deadwood
Thought I conned some 49ers
Like when Bill fired o’er his wife
Thought that I had been inside her
But all the people know I’m a man of God…
(Chorus)
My brother got gangrene
From a shot in El Dorado
Lost his leg and died in pain
On our way to Colorado
And if I’m not back there with you
In your arms in by three mornings
Them Comanches must’ve got me
Took my scalp, I missed the warnings
But the black gold’s in the ground and not them hills...
(Chorus)
© Brian Hendrix 2020