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A song about the Old West.
lyrics
Sarah sits outside her door,
praying to God there's more to life than chores,
when out of nowhere, Robert rides
with the Full Moon Gang riding by his side.
Sarah's brother stands behind her
with a shotgun pointed at Robert's coat of fur,
"Sister Sarah, don't believe him,
your home is here, don't leave with him."
Don't go, he's trouble,
Don't go, he's trouble,
Don't go, he's trouble.
Marshal Silver looks the fool,
all dressed up like he's going to Sunday school,
and the side of his gun says 'Preacher',
he's taken it upon himself to be the town's teacher,
he's going to teach young Robert a lesson,
going to rid this town of gangs with his Smith & Wesson.
He sends a message to the Full Moon Gang,
just a friendly talk, he says, and he promises they won't hang.
Sarah cries for her unborn child.
She pleads with Robert because she knows it's all a lie.
Don't go, he's trouble,
Don't go, he's trouble,
Don't go, he's trouble.
Robert knows he's caught.
Back to the wall, holding down the fort.
The Full Moon Gang lying by his side,
he cocks his gun, wipes the blood from his eyes.
Robert steps out from behind the wall,
gun held high but the bullets make him fall
onto his knees and he closes his eyes,
Marshal Silver walks up and kneels beside.
But before Robert goes, he gives Marshall a present of lead,
two times in the belly and one in the head.
Don't go, he's trouble,
Don't go, he's trouble,
Don't go, he's trouble.
credits
from
Unsung,
track released March 6, 2011
Nick Herrmann - lead vocals, acoustic guitar, harmonica.
Mike Garrett - backing vocals, acoustic guitar.
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