Madam's Of The Old West Lyrics - Singles - This Old Ghost

He finished his bottle of Rye and kissed his girl goodbye 

Said dont lose any sleep over this, its a catch only money can fix 

He started off west in the night under the moon lit sky 

With every dig of his spur, he moves further from her while humming his song of return 

Oh I, Im coming back Ill make it back to you 

Dont worry your head youll soon forget 

When youre in my arms 

He made it to deadwood by three was given his salary 

Along with a task for the dawn, so he rode off still humming his song 

But Aslan is empty and tired collapsing underneath a tree, 

He succumb to defeat, he too is feeling weak, breakdown in the Merciless heat 

But I, Im coming back Ill make it back to you 

Dont worry your head youll soon forget 

When youre in my arms 

He drained out his fathers canteen onto his desert tongue 

Stopped by a man who offers his hand, then takes everything that he can 

He looks to the sky and he screams, 

Ive made a promise I cant keep, these nights have been colder than cold without 

my love to hold and I fear this may not be a dream. 

Darlin Im sorry but I wont make it back to you 

The sadness will pass, our love will last 

This much is true 

Now I lay here to die holding your photograph 

The desert has won, my limbs growing numb and tears streaming down