The Dust-Ups

Lyrics

Sundown, not a sound
Eleven dead lying upon the ground
High, low, and in between
Somewhere west of Abilene

Work all day on the county line
Begin to feel you're buried alive
Fortunes made and souls are clean
Somewhere west of Abilene
My girl, hard and wild
I'd do anything to see her smile
I saw her licking her talons clean
Somewhere west of Abilene

Left town in the desert heat
.410 lying across the seat
The trees are bare and the air is sweet
Somewhere west of Abilene
Pounding on her daddy's door
Just couldn't take it anymore
Shotgun blast, we fled the scene
Somewhere west of Abilene

Searched around this same damn town
The only thing I ever found
Was something dark and cold and mean
Somewhere west of Abilene