Concrete Cowboy Songtext
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Concrete Cowboy Songtext
Eighteen ninety nine
Lever-action by my side
Pale horse galloping
The west we ride
Spurs of blood trampling
Our life under siege
Raised by the bayou
No retreat and no reprieve
Set aside your caskets
Dead fall of winter
Once with yet once against
Hook, line and sinker
Abolished ideals
Six shooter′s tales
Mount up and soldier on
Under darkness we prevail
The Concrete Cowboy
The Concrete Cowboy
The Concrete Cowboy
The Concrete Cowboy
Hand of fate
Legislate
Decimate
There's no country for the old
Vilify
Crucify
Ill advised
In search of fools gold
Hand of fate
Legislate
Decimate
There′s no country for the old
Vilify
Crucify
Ill advised
In search of fools gold
Merciless yet well paid
Archaic in its ideas
Their vision brings blood
We'll bring their true fears
Towns left to rot
We wage the war
This dirty rotten structure
Just kick in the door
No place in tyranny
From the icy mountains
To the desolate plains
Endless blood fountain
A shallow grave
Where my kind is sent
Burned at the stakes
Revolution never ends
The Concrete Cowboy
The Concrete Cowboy
The Concrete Cowboy
The Concrete Cowboy
Hand of fate
Legislate
Decimate
There's no country for the old
Vilify
Crucify
Ill advised
In search of fools gold
Hand of fate
Legislate
Decimate
There′s no country for the old
Vilify
Crucify
Ill advised
In search of fools gold
Let′s Ride!
Lever-action by my side
Pale horse galloping
The west we ride
Spurs of blood trampling
Our life under siege
Raised by the bayou
No retreat and no reprieve
Set aside your caskets
Dead fall of winter
Once with yet once against
Hook, line and sinker
Abolished ideals
Six shooter′s tales
Mount up and soldier on
Under darkness we prevail
The Concrete Cowboy
The Concrete Cowboy
The Concrete Cowboy
The Concrete Cowboy
Hand of fate
Legislate
Decimate
There's no country for the old
Vilify
Crucify
Ill advised
In search of fools gold
Hand of fate
Legislate
Decimate
There′s no country for the old
Vilify
Crucify
Ill advised
In search of fools gold
Merciless yet well paid
Archaic in its ideas
Their vision brings blood
We'll bring their true fears
Towns left to rot
We wage the war
This dirty rotten structure
Just kick in the door
No place in tyranny
From the icy mountains
To the desolate plains
Endless blood fountain
A shallow grave
Where my kind is sent
Burned at the stakes
Revolution never ends
The Concrete Cowboy
The Concrete Cowboy
The Concrete Cowboy
The Concrete Cowboy
Hand of fate
Legislate
Decimate
There's no country for the old
Vilify
Crucify
Ill advised
In search of fools gold
Hand of fate
Legislate
Decimate
There′s no country for the old
Vilify
Crucify
Ill advised
In search of fools gold
Let′s Ride!
Writer(s): Christopher Puccio Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com