In my hands, I hold the ashes. In my veins, black pitch runs. In my chest, a fire catches. In my way, the setting sun. Dark clouds gather 'round me. Due northwest, the soul is bound.
I rode myself into the ground. But hell, it's almost over now. I don't see nothing but the light. Darkness filled my days. The rising sun has shown the way.
I done some preachin' back in Texas before the war. Now I hunt heathens 'cause it pays better than the Lord. I ride with Demons, The Devil at my side.
Your mother died night you were born her name you never knew. Look away. Look away. Nothing to loose. . left east tenneessee at fourteen. Wonderd to the west.