You was too young and handsome to live in that town
And play at the tables, pass the bottle around
The men called you "Kid" but you called them your boys
When the women came down, you'd get your first choice
But your pistol was always too close to your hand
Making you feel like you're more than a man
The women and whiskey kept you warm every night
The gun by your side made you ready to fight
Your blood started burning when the cold blew away
The men tried to keep your mind on the game
But you would not listen, you was too young
One day he walked in with his hand on his gun
Ashes are ash when the dust settles down
The moon'll look lonely tonight
You can't hear the wind without remembering the sound
You sit every night at your door
But nobody comes knocking no more
He sat with the woman who slept in your bed
You pointed that out with your gun at his head
Not sure if the liquor caused the glaze in your eyes
He stepped from the table in total surprise
With a knife in his hand as he turned back around
Your chest was on fire when you both hit the ground
The years have passed by and your body has healed
The people've stopped talking but your mind never will
You won't learn to dance and you can't learn to fly
You'll never smile without fear in your eyes
So you sit on the front porch and stare the moon
Waiting for nothing at all
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