Western

WRITTEN BY CHRISTOPH BOUET

Somewhere by the river
In the dark, underground
Lies the hero in the sand
He'll never ride again

He left his home in the mornin'
And kissed her Goodbye
But then he found her dyin'
When he came back at night

They shot her in the belly
Young life fades away
She's buried in the valley
Where the roses sway

He saddled up and rode so fast
To the mansion in the hills
He hunted them till the last
Of the four was killed