Seven Ride Out (v2)
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- ballad
- film soundtrack
- 1980s
- spaghetti western
- atmospheric
- harmonica
- outlaw country
- fiddle
- choir
Lyrics
Instrumental Intro
Verse 1
Little Joe was the first to fall
His horse spooked hard on a razored stone
Didn't suffer, if that's worth a call
We laid him out and left him alone
Verse 2
Left his share right there in the ground
Somehow felt wrong to carry his things
Funny how that kind of thinking sounds
When you don't stop to ask what trouble brings
Instrumental interlude
Pre-Chorus
I thought back then on how we'd come by it
Down in Orleans, some long-rotten pit
Pulled the whole haul out and laughed at our luck
Never once thought to give a damn or a-
Chorus
Seven ride out, and fewer ride back
The road keeps taking what the road is owed
Something's been following our track
Since we pried open that dead man's abode
Short instrumental interlude
Verse 3
Burke laid down outside Jamesville to rest
Said his arm had gone cold as a nail
Other one burned like fire in his chest
We rode on come morning, one man shy of the trail
Verse 4
We split up then, figured safer that way
Agreed we'd all meet in Calderon Town
Two went south on the old river clay
The rest of us north when the sun went down
Chorus
Seven ride out, and fewer ride back
The road keeps taking what the road is owed
Something's been following our track
Since we pried open that dead man's abode
Instrumental interlude
Bridge
Some Louisiana merchant, long in the grave
We never asked his name, never cared
Thought dead men had nothing left to save
Turned out he had more than we dared
Verse 5
When I rode into Calderon, just two of us made it
The others - word came slow, then came fast
Each one taken, though I'll not detail it
Reckon some debts are designed to outlast
Chorus - slowed
Two ride in where seven rode out
The road took the rest, and the road was owed
Now I know what that curse was about
We broke open a dead man's abode
Outro
My hands feel strange, been riding all day
Probably nothing, just saddle and dust
I'll sleep it off, be fine come Sunday
That's what I tell myself - I guess I must
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