Brad Proudlove - Quick or Dead

A stranger on the trail, a hundred miles from anywhere
Wind making whitecaps on the sloughs, remindin' me of you
A force of nature to behold, just like the stories mama told
Me to be careful letting in, the harbingers of sin

I should have Listened to her words, but all I ever heard was
Don't you end up like yr pa, be quicker on the draw than those who
Mean to do you wrong, out here we'll grow up strong and there is
Something to be said for being quick or being dead

Tell the man strike up the band, I'll take you by the hand and swing you
All around this room, a flower in full bloom. You push the
Pedal to the floor, I listen for the roar of this old
Earth beneath my tires, but still my heart aspires to be

A strong and better man, I don't know if I can, bring back that
Glimmer in yr smile. It's been a long long while since I have
Looked you in the eye, out here beneath the sky, where Daddy
Caught himself some lead, best to be quick instead of dead

So now I lay me down here on that same and sacred ground
Where we both watched him breath his last, blood drippin' from the grass and soaking
Deep into the soil, through years of till and toil there's something
Growing in your heart, a chance for us to start

Our life together in this place, we'll name our daughter Grace and pray
She'll never have to fear, life on this frontier, here where the
Prairie meets the sky, if I could choose a place to die I'd pick
The hills and riverbeds, just like my dear old daddy did

Written by:
Bradley Proudlove

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