I fall down, my time has arrived.
The journey has been long and lonesome
But today I unsaddle my steer.
Through the leather strap over the carved wooden pole
Revolver on the table, void with need no more.
The mistress stares on at the distraught ranger of no mans land.
Fear denied, courage defined, there he sat eyes on the floor.
The only love he knew was when two bloods ran in one stream.
The dirt from the earth, and the sweat from his brow made a mighty team.