He finished his bottle of rye and kissed his girl goodbye
Said don’t lose any sleep over this, it’s a catch only money can fix
He started off west in the night under the moon lit sky
With every dig of his spur, he moves further from her while humming his song of return
Oh i, i’m coming back i’ll make it back to you
Don’t worry your head you’ll soon forget
When you’re in my arms
He made it to deadwood by three was given his salary
Along with a task for the dawn, so he rode off still humming his song
But aslan is empty and tired collapsing underneath a tree,
He succumb to defeat, he too is feeling weak, breakdown in the merciless heat
But i, i’m coming back i’ll make it back to you
Don’t worry your head you’ll soon forget
When you’re in my arms
He drained out his fathers canteen onto his desert tongue
Stopped by a man who offers his hand, then takes everything that he can
He looks to the sky and he screams,
I’ve made a promise i can’t keep, these nights have been colder than cold without
My love to hold and i fear this may not be a dream.
Darlin i’m sorry but i won’t make it back to you
The sadness will pass, our love will last
This much is true
Now i lay here to die holding your photograph
The desert has won, my limbs growing numb and tears streaming down
