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I was born in the year of the rattlesnake

On the surface of the sun

When I hit the ground they say the heavens quaked

Every mama told their babe to run

Got a bullet inked on my arm

For every ghost I born

Too many now to count them

But I can always fit one more

The line in the sand… it can’t be uncrossed

A devil or a man… well, the coin is tossed

I’d rather stand on a mountain made of bones

High up where the lighting and the thunder roam

Than live this life as straight and narrow’s slave

(Dig me no)

So cross the road when I pass by

Make sure those eyes of yours never meet mine

Hang on to your wares you got nothing I crave

and you can, you can dig me no grave

Hero to some - Villain to others

Hanged man walking or Apache brother?

Whisper not his name (Hex)

I was born with the mark of the scorpion

Not far from the devil’s claim

When I looked above and glared at the sun

Was when it learned to fear my name

For you I’ll toss one copper to the wind

Though you’ll never see it land

Too many shots to count them

As you race to meet the sand

So cross the road when I pass by

Make sure those eyes of yours never meet mine

Hang on to your wares you got nothing I crave

and you can, you can dig me no grave

So cross the road when I pass by

Make sure those eyes of yours never meet mine

Save your prayers ‘cause I got no soul to save

but you can, you can dig me no...

GRAVE