Madam's Of The Old West

He finished his bottle of Rye and kissed his girl goodbye
Said dont lose any sleep over this, its a catch only money can fix
He started off west in the night under the moon lit sky
With every dig of his spur, he moves further from her while humming his song of return

Oh I, Im coming back Ill make it back to you
Dont worry your head youll soon forget
When youre in my arms

He made it to deadwood by three was given his salary
Along with a task for the dawn, so he rode off still humming his song
But Aslan is empty and tired collapsing underneath a tree,
He succumb to defeat, he too is feeling weak, breakdown in the Merciless heat

But I, Im coming back Ill make it back to you
Dont worry your head youll soon forget
When youre in my arms

He drained out his fathers canteen onto his desert tongue
Stopped by a man who offers his hand, then takes everything that he can
He looks to the sky and he screams,
Ive made a promise I cant keep, these nights have been colder than cold without
my love to hold and I fear this may not be a dream.

Darlin Im sorry but I wont make it back to you
The sadness will pass, our love will last
This much is true

Now I lay here to die holding your photograph
The desert has won, my limbs growing numb and tears streaming down