Buzzard Bite

But there's one thing we can't simulate. It's a very basic need Man's hunger for companionship The barrier of loneliness; that's one thing we haven't licked yet Buzzard Bite On the road, heathens drop and demons die You don't know when your heart stops where you will lie Don't you worry, don't you fear, don't you cry Cause I've been on the road near my whole life My whole life Walkin with the hawks, bit by buzzards at night Seen good men croak while villains arise Sheriffs beat workers for petty crimes, crossin the lines Into different territories in my own mind My own mind Lookin for gold, what do I find? A dead man's soul Crying out the eyes Of a longhorn skull I was 13 years old Buzzard bite Buzzard bite Take the life Of a loved one at night Buzzard bite Buzzard bite Buzzard bite Buzzard bite Buzzard bite It's a buzzard bite And so ends the tale of the Buzzard Bite, an old west fable with no wins, no victories Just loss, pain, and imminent death On to the next town and the next after that