Lone Outlaw's Testament

(acoustic guitar strumming with heavy vinyl crackle and distant train

whistle)

Dust on my boots,

iron in my chest Nobody left in the valley of the west

They built these tracks on the backs of the cold Selling our

hours for a pocket of gold Every horizon is painted in grey

But I write the rules that they try to delay

When the wind blows hard and the shadows grow long Only the

strong can stand the storm (yeah)

No surrender, no compromise

Look at the fire in these weary eyes

They trade their trust for a silver piece But my word is

law, and it won't decrease Through dry desert flats and cold winter

rain Every scar earned is a ledger of pain

We are the voices they tried to erase But we stand tall

in this desolate place

(hmmmmm) Only a spark in the dark of the night Can burn

down the walls that hold back the light

When the wind blows hard and the shadows grow long Only the

strong can stand the storm (yeah)

No surrender, no compromise Look at the fire in these weary eyes

Just dust and determination

(train whistle in distance)