Bitter Harvest

Outlaw was a humble man,

as the story would reveal

an honest law-abiding man,

just a farmer in his field

His dear wife had passed away

In the winter of '25

Did his best to raise the children

and to keep that farm alive

Then came that awful drought

and the children's hunger pains

Crops failed and the springtime passed

Without a single drop of rain

The weeks passed, the sheriff came

With the banke at his side

Took the farm that his family had lived on all

their lives

Tears fell from the children's eyes

He kissed them each farewell

He be back when some work was found

But only time could tell

He knew his kin would raise them up

To be kind and gentle folk

To get as near as the best for them

Was all that he could hope

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and then the rain came - it was a blood spill

The gunfire was heard through the cities and the fields

Dug out his dusty six-gun

That he carried as a calvary scout

Made a mask from an old bandanna

Saddled up for a ride to town

Masked man slid down from the saddle

Walked the steps to the bank's front door

Left the town with a bag full of gold

and the greedy bank man dead on the floor

Thus began his career as an outlaw

Lived a life at the end of a gun

Day to day: bank to bank

Doomed to spend his life on the run

All the common people loved him

One of them who had taken a stand

against the banks that had bled them dry

and sucked the blood of the working man

The man died as the story told it

ambushed at the edge of town

On his feet with his six-gun blazing

Blood and gold spread on the ground

The man Lives in the lives of the people

The deeds done and the stories told

The man's gone but he Lives forever

In the tales of the guns and gold