Dead Horse Creek - Capture of Wolfe Burton

The morning brings a silhouette that rides against the dawn
A white rag raised and flapping in the wind
As it grows near we see a chest that bears a ranger's star
Our guns are drawn before its mouth begins
'We've got your friend across the way he's rotting in a cell
we'll trade wolves for bulls and spare your filthy lot!'
A blast is heard, the figure slumps, as blood runs down its head
kid smiles and spits and tells the corpse to rot

And we won't deal with the ones who have taken our lives
We will bring you a furious fight

We'll wait until the dark of night and for Laredo ride
We'll burn this fucking corpse to turn their heads
We'll move in real quiet, boys, just ropes and fists and knives
If they're standing in the way they end up dead

Who do you think you're messing with
Think that you can take our friend
We'll burn you down and paint your red
Don't know it, you're already dead

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Dead Horse Creek

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