Tornillo

Heart of Stone

Ballad Of A Southern Man

Teenage Dixie

The Hounds

Dust on the wind, blood in the sand,
A preacher rides west with a book in his hand.
Chains on the hills, fire in the sky,
The law’s just a word where the cold bullets fly.

He came from the East with a song on his breath,
Dreamin’ of peace in a land full of death.
He carved out a name with his back to the wall,
One foot in glory, the other in fall.

This land don’t know right from wrong,
It just sings the devil’s song.
You pray to the Lord, but you ride with the damned,
Where Heaven and Hell walk hand in hand.
Heaven and Hell… ride hand in hand.

Steel in the moonlight, wolves in the pine,
Gold feeds the hunger that poisons the spine.
The whiskey runs deep, but the sins run wide,
Every man’s got a ghost he can’t outride.

A child cries in a burned-down town,
The angels turned their faces down.
Justice wears a crooked star,
And mercy never rides too far.

This land don’t bend to holy men,
It breaks the pure, and bleeds the pain.
You curse the sky, but you hold out your hand,
Where Heaven and Hell draw the same line in sand.
Heaven and Hell… draw the line in sand.

And the wind still moans through the canyons wide…
Where dreams go to die… and the dead never lie.

The Hounds

Taylor McCall

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