Drift Away

The tumble weed rolls across the dusty barren ghost town, where the life of a cowboy once lived

The swinging doors of the old saloon, the echoes through the jail house, where you spent your last day

Before hanging by a noose, where all the towns people watched in agony, the wretched gallows of death

The eyes now hollow,  shameful forgiveness, the cries of the women of the night, the banker, who betrayed you. turning, your soul to sin

Drift away, now with the wind, your spirit haunts, this empty town, where you shot a man in self defense, wearing the red handkerchief around your neck

No way to prove it, and it was the marshals son, he burnt down your farm, he took your woman, and laughed in your face

Your boots, are hanging on an old fence post, your memory carries, in the mountains of the Cherokee, for you were a half breed, your great grandfather's side

Loved by your daughter, who ran away, she buried your remains, in the valley of the sky, now she speaks to her children

Of the grandfather they will never know, though his spirit, his voice drifts through, and through, as she tells, the story, you hear him speak

To love, to be strong, to be proud, to know your native way, let your soul never be taken, by evil, but be driven,  forever

As the cowboys town, came tumbling down, after the thunder, after the slaying, of the villages surround, never to die, never to drift

 too far away