"Cody, Wyoming" lyrics
God has a time and yours was due
Buried my son like he was nothing
Never really had to bury something
Lost in the words and I'll find them again
Alone with the sin here that I was born in
The spring of Cody in 1904
Washed in opportunities as they fly through the door
A band of old wagon haulers from up north
Trying to find something that's worth looking for
Slick talkin' man, he lead the group
Talking about a gold mine that he learned in the coup
Down by the holla with stuff they can sell
Talking about living life off of Rockwell
But lead will beat leather more times than a few
And I've watched good men die by the bolt of my 22'
I'm a gun-slinging man and if only you knew
God has a time and yours was due
Said I know the place, I've been there before
My son and I drove cattle there a couple years ago
Saw a big cave mouth past an old northern creek
Never thought nothing there would be worth a peek
On good authority he gave us his word
You know the places when you pushed the herd
We're down a shotgun rider due to Winter up north
We'll pay you and your boy if you set us on the course
By the time we got there the plan was full swing
I'll hole em up from the front and my boy from the wing
Enough money here for a necklace of pearls
And a one way train ticket to his lover cowgirl
But lead will beat leather more times than a few
And I've watched good men die by the bolt of my 22'
I'm a gun-slinging man and if only you knew
God has a time and yours was due
As I watched the dust settle mixed with gun smoke
My son lacing rounds like a true cowpoke
One fake lay bandit draw back his pin
Downed my son and drowned me in sin
Buried my son like he was nothing
Never really had to bury something
Lost in the words and I'll find them again
Alone with the sin here that I was born in
But lead will beat leather more times than a few
And I've watched good men die by the bolt of my 22'
I'm a gun-slinging man and if only you knew
God has a time and yours was due
Buried my son like he was nothing
Never really had to bury something
Lost in the words and I'll find them again
Alone with the sin here that I was born in
The spring of Cody in 1904
Washed in opportunities as they fly through the door
A band of old wagon haulers from up north
Trying to find something that's worth looking for
Slick talkin' man, he lead the group
Talking about a gold mine that he learned in the coup
Down by the holla with stuff they can sell
Talking about living life off of Rockwell
But lead will beat leather more times than a few
And I've watched good men die by the bolt of my 22'
I'm a gun-slinging man and if only you knew
God has a time and yours was due
Said I know the place, I've been there before
My son and I drove cattle there a couple years ago
Saw a big cave mouth past an old northern creek
Never thought nothing there would be worth a peek
On good authority he gave us his word
You know the places when you pushed the herd
We're down a shotgun rider due to Winter up north
We'll pay you and your boy if you set us on the course
By the time we got there the plan was full swing
I'll hole em up from the front and my boy from the wing
Enough money here for a necklace of pearls
And a one way train ticket to his lover cowgirl
But lead will beat leather more times than a few
And I've watched good men die by the bolt of my 22'
I'm a gun-slinging man and if only you knew
God has a time and yours was due
As I watched the dust settle mixed with gun smoke
My son lacing rounds like a true cowpoke
One fake lay bandit draw back his pin
Downed my son and drowned me in sin
Buried my son like he was nothing
Never really had to bury something
Lost in the words and I'll find them again
Alone with the sin here that I was born in
But lead will beat leather more times than a few
And I've watched good men die by the bolt of my 22'
I'm a gun-slinging man and if only you knew
God has a time and yours was due
