Crimson Sky Lyrics

He was just 16 and a gambling man,
Tried to pull the wool on a perfect hand,
Why you wana go down a path like that,
Once you lose your soul, you can't go back.

On the trail with a band of fear,
Ain't no place for a young man here,
What you gonna do if you ain't quite sure,
So I laid a man on the devils door.

And my head hung low in the crimson sky...
All dressed up,
And ready to... Die,
Wish I coulda changed me a better man,
Fixin myself,
For one last stand.

Roll through town like a southern wind
Sunburnt face and leather skin.
What you wana do, with a boy like me
Hangman's noose 'll only set me free.

Dream at night when the sky goes black,
What I could been if I took it all back,
What you gonna do when you got no past
Nothing gonna change when the dye been cast.

And my head hung low in the crimson sky...
All dressed up,
And ready to... Die,
Wish I coulda changed me a better man,
Fixin myself,
For one last stand.
O
Ohh... My weary heart it stumbles,
Ohh... My soul it starts to waste,
Ohh... And when I quake I tremble,
Ohh... my hands they can not strangle fate.

And my head hung low in the crimson, SKY...
All dressed up,
And ready to... Die,
Wish I coulda changed me a better man,
Fixin myself,
For one last stand.

Ohhhohhohhhhohhh...

And my head hung low in the crimson sky...
And my head hung low in the crimson sky...
And my head hung low in the crimson sky,
All dressed up,
And ready to Die,
Wish I coulda changed me a better man,
Fixin myself,
For one last stand.

And my head hung low in the crimson sky,
All dressed up,
And ready to... Die.