Wild Dust - Quigley's Claim

Child, the plan is to be here as long as it takes
And to split every rock here on Quigley's Claim
He promises we'll strike it big in this far off town
No more fare of the beans and bread we've
Forced in to our tired mouths

Wipe your head then spit quietly, but safely away
No heads turning - though we're clear
Hide your phlegm with your dress please, my dear
He promises we'll strike it big in this far off town
Even with all the winds and storms that were
Spat into our mouths

Hunkered down after roaming yet again
My bourbon rings true: you're an American
I stoke every night the campfire ghost
While Jesus owes me a promised lode
But child, he owes us more than he knows

Quigley, why do you leave me here with my only daughter
I know she's coughing, but that don't mean you'll get sick, too
We put down all the swine
And we burned them all (save for one)
We're all here on the path for gold
Lend me a horse and wain
Then we'll be gone

Hunkered down after roaming yet again
My bourbon rings true: you're an American
I stoke every night the campfire ghost
While Jesus owes me a promised lode
But child, he owes us more than he knows

Written by:
Derrick Robbins

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