Riding Riding
Riding far away
for the bounty on my head
is to high for me to stay
so many lives ive taken
left my innocence forsaken
HIding Hiding
Hiding here i pray
left the country and the dead
but the posse tailed the way
only killed a few but left the entire town shaken
time for me to awaken
Biding Biding
Biding time i lay
im no coward so why lay in bed?
i guess i lost myself in the fray
now im living off this lowly stolen bacon
damn this im tired of slowly breakin
deciding deciding
deciding not to play
this silly game in this filthy bed
don the dusty boots, the battered hat, the trusted guns, and saddle dismay
i will not spend my last day waitin
and i will not waste my last day acting innocent and fakin
riding riding
riding back to slay
blood will be shed
a bullet for all of those who pursued me to this day
they thought me a coward
they thought they drove me away, they were mistaken
now i ride back the way i came, to do the last of my devils makin.
Well you could put it that way! Or...you could stay and face the music? but one thing is for sure, we all lose our innocence, one way or another. Wishing you a peace filled weekend, Tai, up to her eyes in young crew!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very Billy the Kid....short and sharp...nice work