Red Dead Redemption Lyrics

His name was John Marston
A hard un
Former outlaw
Taken by the FBI
So what they let him out for?
They wanted him to scout where his old gang hanged
And help them to see that his old gang hanged
They were a rag tag band ravaging the badlands
There was only one way that this'd end:
Bang bang

Found Bill Williamson at Fort Mercer
Met the wrong end of his gun
Could call it murder
But Marston was found, dying parched on the ground
Bonnie MacFarlane and now
John in his honour did odd jobs
With her father and helped
Looped lassos lobbed and fires put out
Riding the finest mount, got to explore
Living the life that he liked in the great outdoors
Ambushing
Hunting
Trapping
Interrupting public hangings
Such a bunch of random encounters
And misunderstandings
But I'm not done with rambling
And John's not done with gambling
Dueling, looking out for bounties
Pulling plants and fully handling
Any damn business
This district could imagine witnessing
Hanging with Dickens
Harold
Landon Ricketts
Attacking antagonists
From henchmen to the head, the boss
From Van Der Linde, Allende
To Edgar Ross
Enter dead eye
Whereby
Time kinda stops
Then many enemies get shot
A lot
Guns cocked and locked
One shot could stop an ox
Options? not a lot
They've got to drop
Cos they're chock a block with bullet holes
Like dot to dot
Those watching are like "what the fock"
Got their attention, that's audience retention
Enemies left red and dead: redemption
Got your attention, that's audience retention
Enemies left red and dead:
Redemption