Mark Gothard: Music

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67 longhorns
Driving through the sand
Each of them worked over
With a ‘AA’ brand

The moon’s a’rising
Over a painted sky
As we drive ‘em Northbound
To where it’s cool and dry

I keep your picture
Next to my unholstered gun
At night I dream of your sweet face
And that our new life has begun

And it’s just…

300 miles to go
‘Till I come back to you
300 miles to go
‘Till I can play it true
300 miles to go
‘Till I get out of this thing
300 miles to go
‘Till I can hear us sing

“Ho!”s the call that goes round now
We’re stopping here for the night
There ain’t no wind in the canyons here
Everything will be alright

Around the fire that’s kept low now
No one says a word
We all know which way the wind is blowin’
Nothing needs to be heard

John cleans his Smith and Wesson
Tom’s got his head down low
Jack talked of women and whisky
When we get down below

For me it’s…

300 miles to go
‘Till I come back to you
300 miles to go
‘Till I can play it true
300 miles to go
‘Till I get out of this thing
300 miles to go
‘Till I can hear us sing

That night I dreamed that I saw you
You were there in the fields
I was running into your arms
‘Till a shot knocked me on my heels

John wakes me out of my darkness
He says that something ain’t right
Jack’s not back from the canyon crest
Where he was watching last night

Before I’m out of my bedknap
I hear the clatter of hooves
I feel the sting of silver in my chest
I’m on the ground and I can’t move

And it was…

300 miles to go
‘Till I came back to you
300 miles to go
‘Till I could play it true
300 miles to go
‘Till I got out of this thing
300 miles to go
‘Till I could hear us sing