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unspoken tradition - bounty hunter كلمات الأغنية

[verse 1]
“good evenin’ to you, mister,” the bounty hunter said
“you don’t know me, but i know there’s a price upon your head
i know you’re wanted dead or alive, that’s what the posters say
but i never shoot a man at night when he ain’t had time to pray
so i’ll give you until sunrise tomorrow, my friend
before i come to shoot you down and drag your body in
i warn you that i do my work quite well by gun or knife
well i’ve tracked down many a man, i’ve taken many a life.”

[chorus]
father, do not mourn for me; mother, do not weep
whatever a man soweth that also shall hе reap
[verse 2]
i spent a long and sleepless night with fеar upon my breast
tryin’ to get ready for my mornin’ duel with death
i hid up in a hayloft out on the edge of town
and at sunrise, the bounty hunter came to shoot me down
well i fired down at the bounty hunter standin’ in the street
he raised his gun and fired a round of shots back up at me
he hit my chest and shoulder and my gun flew from my hand
now i’m trapped up in this hayloft a wounded unarmed man

[chorus]
father, do not mourn for me; mother, do not weep
whatever a man soweth that also shall he reap

[verse 3]
the bounty hunter holds his fire and hollers up at me
“come out and take it like a man; i’ll make it quick and clean.”
i know my time is runnin’ out, there’s no way i can stall
so i reach and grab the pitchfork that’s hangin’ on the wall
my body arches as i stretch and face the risin’ sun
and i feel like a warrior’s bow that’s freshly carved and strung
i launch my body through the air and the pitchfork in my hand
stabs the bounty hunter through the chest and pins him to the sand

[chorus]
now my muscles start to rust, my thoughts are growin’ cold
while gabriel and satan shoot cr_ps for my soul

- unspoken tradition

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