I'd be riding horses if they'd let me
Sleep outside at night and not take fright
I would ride the range and never worry
I would disappear into the night
Everybody needs an angel,
but here's that devil by my side.
Death's head rings upon his fingers,
poor boy hanging on the line.
I'll be drawing straws inside the courtroom
As the sudden twilight turns to black
Torches burn into the sad eyes
On the wrong side of the tracks
They won't kick and they won't scream
Poor boy is sinking in the stream
I'm to do same other side, but
I can smell the campfires burning,
but I'll go out walking on my own.
By day and night the world keeps turning,
frightened people hiding in their homes.
Everybody needs an angel,
but here's that devil by my side.
Death's head rings upon his fingers,
poor boy hang on the line.