Valley of Death

This world is black

The only light here is the glint from my savior’s cross around my neck

I’ve been shooting it out with the reaper

Lettin slugs fly and prayers after ‘em

If I could just get back to my horse, I could riddle Death with lead

and make it home

She has more ammo than I and is the champion that always wins

But I’ve spent more bullets than dollars

Rolled more heads than dice

And in this here valley of death

life will prevail