Song Description
The price of chasing the sundown is to be banished to No Man's Land. But there is great freedom in exile.
| Song Length |
3:56 |
Genre |
Rock - General |
Lyrics
NO MAN'S LAND
Run out of town,
Burned down my home,
Desert bound,
Hit the trail alone.
Bedding down
With my tombstone.
The trail of sundown leads to parts unknown.
Riding out to No Man's Land
Outlawed and contrabanned.
Riding out to No Man's Land.
Way down south of the Rio Grande
So I tumbleweed
Way down to old Sonora.
Through my ghostown heart
Where I left my senora.
The outskirts of Boothill--
I'll dance with a saguaro.
The trail of sundown leads to tomorrow.
Riding out to No Man's Land
Outlawed and contrabanned.
Riding out to No Man's Land.
Way down south of the Rio Grande