These High Plains
These high plains ain't fit for a man
It's a Godless place filled with with soulless sand
Carved out of rock by the Devil's own hand
Better scratch and claw and do what you can
Better dig in tight and make your stand
No one round here will give you one good goddamn
You can hide her from your love
You can hide here from you hate
But you can't ever hide
From the choices you make
I came here twenty years ago
To find me a place where I wasn't know
A man that ends up here has go no place left to go
I done things you don't wanna know
And I got scars that I don't dare show
Heaven might be far above, but mister, hell is just below
Pay a man all the king's silver
You can pay him all the king's gold
Round here, it don't cost nothin'
To buy his soul
I been haunted by my demons
I been haunted by my ghost
But it's the things I aint done
That haunts me the most
These high plains
These high plains