Текст песни
I woke up coughin’ blood in the grey Lemoyne dawn
Horse breathin’ heavy, reins slick where my grip was gone
Dutch still talkin’ paradise, voice smooth as river stone
But every promise that he made feels heavier than bone
We’re ridin’ west on a dead man’s trail
Chasin’ freedom that’s already failed
Gold in our pockets, lies in our lungs
One more job, boys — then we’re done
One more job… then we’re done
Saw Arthur draw slow by the oil fields’ black glow
Face like a storm cloud, eyes sayin’ he already knows
Miss Grimshaw prayin’, Abigail holdin’ Jack so tight
While Micah’s grinnin’ like a wolf beneath the lantern light
We’re ridin’ west on a dead man’s trail
Chasin’ freedom that’s already failed
Loyalty’s a rope, it burns when it pulls
One more job, boys — then the wolves’ll come for us all
I gave my last good years to this broken Van der Linde dream
Traded my soul for a campfire and a half-remembered scheme
Now the mountain wind is callin’, cold and clean and true
And the only redemption left… is what I do for you
So if you see a lone rider up where the Wapiti cry
Hat pulled low, coat torn, starin’ at a crimson sky
Tell him the gang’s long scattered, most of us in graves
But some nights you’ll hear him singin’ soft above the waves
He rode west on a dead man’s trail
Found the peace that the others failed
Carved his name on a tree, then he was gone
One last ride, boys… then he’s done
One last ride… and he’s done
That’s the way it is
Ain’t no other way it was ever gonna be
