Her Last Stand

The dust settles low on the wooden floor

The sheriff steps back,

unbolts the door

Nobody speaks as I take the street

Just the heavy rhythm of my own heart's beat

Two rings on my hand,

two graves in the hill

But this town is mine,

and I hold it still (ahhh)

I walk out first,

I stand alone

This dusty dirt is my only throne Step off your horses,

drop your lead

Or fill the ground where the others bled (hah)

You rode in like kings to a broken land

But you face the iron in a widow's hand

No sheriff is coming to plead your case

Look long and hard at your final place

She walks out first... (ooh-ooh-ooh)