No Man’s Land, Luckenbach 2026

(hummmm) There’s a nail in the sky where the daylight hangs And the

wind talks back in broken twang

I rode in on a borrowed name With a rusted star and

a habit for blame

The preacher said, “Son,

you’ll learn in time The devil don’t show in horns or signs”

But I seen tracks where no man stood And a shadow move

where the muh-SKEET should

I got dust on my badge,

blood in my boot

Something out here don’t answer to truth I been chasin’ a ghost

through granite and sand But it ain’t no man… Lord,

it ain’t no man

Found a homestead split like a butcher’s grin No tracks lead out,

but they led in

Table still set, but the chairs all gone And a fiddle still

hummin’

a dead man’s song There’s a mark on the door I can’t

quite read Like a brand for a god that don’t take creed

And the horses scream when the sun dips low Like they seen

where the dead men go

I got dust on my badge,

blood in my boot

Something out here don’t answer to truth

Got a warrant signed by a trembling hand But it ain’t no

man… Lord, it ain’t no

man

Night come heavy like a sack of stone And the stars don’t

shine where I roam

I asked the dark,

“What name you keep?” It just laughed

from the canyon deep My gun feels small in a world this

wide Where the law don’t reach and the sins don’t hide If

justice lives, she’s blind out here Or she packed her bags and

disappeared

Tracked it down to a dry creek bed Where the bones lay

wrong and the air felt dead

Saw my face in a pool gone black But it weren’t me

starin’ back It tipped its hat like it knew my soul Like

it dug my grave and it called it home Said,

“Lawman, lawman, you’re in too deep

You can’t arrest what ain’t been born”

Now there’s dust on my badge,

it don’t shine true

Buried my name where the black wind blew If you’re ridin’ west,

best turn where you stand ‘Cause it ain’t no man… it ain’t

no

man

So nail up your doors and bury your guns Pray real hard

to whatever comes ‘Cause the law rides slow and the dark rides

fast And some things out here… they ain’t meant to pass

If you’re headed South,

turn where you stand..

‘Cause it ain’t no man… Lord,

it ain’t no

man… …We pray to you Lord… cause this ain’t no man…