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Buckshot

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Way down in a border town, just south of Ely. You head east from the cottonwood trees, where the desert bleeds it’s green. A couple traps by the beaver dam from a ranchers hired hand, the creek speaks a mystery far older than any man. Listen now while echo’s loud, while the trains are rollin. A country boy’s heart like the beat of a drum, seems to well from deep within. And if land could talk, it’d tell us all, us men are all the same. Fightin for blood, and workin for his family, just trynna see another day. Painted rocks by the water’s edge hang a Shaman’s lonesome dream. Robber’s roots just up the hill, is it legend or history? The land brings money and brings power, is it myth or reality? Truck full of pelts, and huntin all winter, thats a country boy’s dream to me. Listen now while echo’s loud, while the trains are rollin. A country boy’s heart like the beat of a drum, seems to well from deep within. And if land could talk, it’d tell us all, us men are all the same. Fightin for blood, and workin for his family, just trynna see another day. Now down at the ranch, there’s a haggard man with a wife hooked to a pipe. Apple trees tall, cattle all along, big bucks rolling in at night. If you stranger or the law, well you better keep on, cause this riffle’s sighted in alright. Weed around the corner, and shine in the holler, them country boys can survive. Listen now while echo’s loud, while the trains are rollin. A country boy’s heart like the beat of a drum, seems to well from deep within. And if land could talk, it’d tell us all, us men are all the same. Fightin for blood, and workin for his family, just trynna see another day.