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He rides this open trail
Red sand below his feet
Casts a shadow
There's a storm to the East
The lightning it cracks
Mountain's on his back
Find shelter
Or the wrath of God
His eyes are open wide
Be damned to call it quits
Skin burns though it's freezing cold
Forgotten memories of forgotten lands
No water and my legs can't seem to stand
Memories
Memories
Of forgotten lands
Some folk will tell the tale
Of the man from Nowhere
Though as long as he makes it home
The mud on my boots
Red like the sand
"Say that man he bears my name"
Then some shots rang out
Held more meaning at the time
But became a echo for my life
Forgotten memories of forgotten lands
No water and my legs can't seem to stand
Memories
Memories
Of forgotten times
And forgotten men
In forgotten lands
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Road Widow's Son
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The buzzards in the sky are all hoping that he dies
And his home town behind him never crosses his mind
He's not a man of God but he prays for death
'cause it's hot on this black top and he can't catch his breath
The road widow's son never had any fun
Nah he taught himself to shave, he learned to shoot a gun
And he dropped out of school at the age of 16
'cause there's not much a road widow's son hasn't seen
He wondered, he wondered oh where could he be
"I'll find that old bastard if it's the death of me"
So he polished his gun and sharpened his blade
And readied the bed for the old man to lay
The road widow's son never had any fun
Nah he taught himself to shave, he learned to shoot a gun
And he dropped out of school at the age of 16
'cause there's not much a road widow's son hasn't seen
He thought of the nights that his Mama had cried
He always knew he'd be the one to see him die
When he finally saw him well sure he shed a tear
'cause it was like looking straight into a mirror
The road widow's son never had any fun
Nah he taught himself to shave, he learned to shoot a gun
And he dropped out of school at the age of 16
'cause there's not much a road widow's son hasn't seen
He saw that old man by the side of the road
If he ever missed him well God it didn't show
He thought about killin', he thought how he'd die
But the far greater cruelty was to just pass him by
The road widow's son never had any fun
Nah he taught himself to shave, he learned to shoot a gun
And he dropped out of school at the age of 16
'cause there's not much a road widow's son hasn't seen
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Cody Allen James Kingston, Ontario
Can be found most days writing songs in Portsmouth Village
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