You just drew a line in the sand
It’s stuck to the blood on your hands
When Sanchez’s daughter drank all of your water
You gutted her and the old man
Your soul is, the truth to be told
The cheapest thing you ever sold
And now worse came to worst and you’re dying of thirst
And you won’t spend an ounce of that gold
And now you’ll have plenty of time
You’ve sentenced yourself for the crime
The arm of the law’s wears a coyote’s paw
And the buzzards are dropping the dime
As the moon takes her seat in the sky
The wind whips the sand in your eyes
And as kind of an end as you served to your friends
You’ll be torn limb from limb till you die
It didn’t work out like you planned
Your bones drying under the sand
You fed half the pack with the meat off your back
But you sure died a very rich man
