There's a kind of light shining down through the trees There's a bright moon light shining down through the trees And I know my baby's coming down to
Well there's a new gunslinger in Juarez town Fallen for a raven haired girl he found The heat is strong but she wears a ring That kind of love is a killing
the Daily News For two pence on the floor Given a chance I'd go back to the days of a simpler time Cause this old world's gone crazy And I'm about to
Evil ways of practice may surround you Callin' on your inner core of life But your father was just a complex man of bus'ness And your mother merely portioned
