Trickshot's signature song! A tribute to the Outlaws! The life of a bounty hunter!
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Story behind the song
I always wanted to write an Outlaws type song complete with gunslingers and guitarslingers playing rippin' extended guitar solos. This song about bounty hunters was our closer or encore number live. Woody Hill, and guest guitarist, Mark Newman both shine on lead guitar!
Lyrics
The wind is blowin' wild tonight,
I feel it in my bones.
The sky is runnin' out of light,
I feel so all alone.
There's bloodshed down in El Paso,
he'll make a run to Mexico.
There's bounty to be made tonight,
another man will die.
I've got qne silver dollar left,
business has been slow.
But if I beat the posse there,
I'll steal that pot of gold.
The riders of the night are here,
they face the wind, they have no fear.
Gunshots ring out through the night,
There's danger in the air.
One more bounty run to go,
another life, another soul.
To live and die by the gun,
leads a trail to hell.
Ridin' to a southern wind,
to a place I've never been.
Will I survive one more time?
One will lose and one will win.
One life ends and one begins.
Will I survive one more time?
Riders of the night.
One more hour, sun is up,
we'll be face to face.
But I'll be ridin' out of town,
he'll be in his resting place.
Another dollar, another day,
pretty soon I'm on my way,
to another man's one horse town.
Ridin' to a southern wind,
to a place I've never been,
Will I survive one more time?
One will lose and one will win.
One life ends and one begins.
Will I survive one more time?
Riders of the night.
Riders of the night.
Riders of the night.
Riders of the night.
Riders of the night
