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The Promised Land
by Dead Horse Creek
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Pull yourself up off the street, Bull, throw some water on your face
I won't be hangin' round here when the law reaches this place
Bug was in the shop this morn pickin' up some shells
when he heard an army train's been robbed and Coke is mad as hell
Buck is bringing horses and Wolfe is being sick
Bug is playin' one last hand and we're here holding dick
Do you want more information, is there anything you need
Is it enough they're sending rangers led by Solomon Creed
The plan has not been altered but our time is running thin
The place we traveled once before, we must return again
Make ready, Kid, we ride today for where the bad men go
We'll go where they won't follow where the winds of freedom blow
We'll head down where there's no lawmen and tequila falls like rain
With women by the fistful and they taste like sugarcane
And they won't know the Bloody Higgins Boys when we go down below
We'll disappear just like a specter when we get to Mexico
"I can leave this life behind me," I'll be busy chasing skirts
Those poor bastards at the tables are about to lose their shirts
And Esperanza will be waiting I can smell her sweet perfume
Let's not sit around here dreamin' we're sure to meet our doom
Will Sapo welcome us with open arms, or will his ears be shootin' steam
We been away from home so long, much longer than it seems
The old man will be glad when his prodigal sons return
We'll fall asleep to serenades n' watch the fire burn
We'll head down where there's no lawmen and tequila falls like rain
With women by the fistful and they taste like sugarcane
And there won't be no Bloody Higgins Boys when we go down below
We'll disappear just like a specter when we get to Mexico
Pull yourself up off the street, Bull, throw some water on your face
I won't be hangin' round here when the law reaches this place
Bug was in the shop this morn pickin' up some shells
when he heard an army train's been robbed and Coke is mad as hell
Buck is bringing horses and Wolfe is being sick
Bug is playin' one last hand and we're here holding dick
Do you want more information, is there anything you need
Is it enough they're sending rangers led by Solomon Creed
The plan has not been altered but our time is running thin
The place we traveled once before, we must return again
Make ready, Kid, we ride today for where the bad men go
We'll go where they won't follow where the winds of freedom blow
We'll head down where there's no lawmen and tequila falls like rain
With women by the fistful and they taste like sugarcane
And they won't know the Bloody Higgins Boys when we go down below
We'll disappear just like a specter when we get to Mexico
"I can leave this life behind me," I'll be busy chasing skirts
Those poor bastards at the tables are about to lose their shirts
And Esperanza will be waiting I can smell her sweet perfume
Let's not sit around here dreamin' we're sure to meet our doom
Will Sapo welcome us with open arms, or will his ears be shootin' steam
We been away from home so long, much longer than it seems
The old man will be glad when his prodigal sons return
We'll fall asleep to serenades n' watch the fire burn
We'll head down where there's no lawmen and tequila falls like rain
With women by the fistful and they taste like sugarcane
And there won't be no Bloody Higgins Boys when we go down below
We'll disappear just like a specter when we get to Mexico
