Mark Gothard: Music
Blaze
(Mark Gothard)
Gunned six bastards down
In the hills of South Dakota
Cut ‘em to the ground
Took the gold from their packs
Take the South trail round
To a trading post in Deadwood
Take a look around
For some women, guns and booze
Time to settle in
By the fire for the evening
Clean my Winchester’s pin
For the early morning run
See the driver whip around
When he heard me from behind him
That stagecoach from Jamestown
Never made it down below
Been so many miles
Since we ain’t been together
Been so many miles
‘Tween be and you
Can’t forget your cry
You shouted when the blaze came
Never thought you’d die
In my arms in the streets
Buy another shot
Of whisky at the Sagebrush
Gonna take a lot of
Drinkin’ till I’m through
Ante up the pot
Of poker at the table
Dealt good cards or not
This time I’m playin’ it straight