I threw down my weapon
You pull out your dagger
I unbuckle my boots just as fast as i can
There’s a dimly lit skyline up ahead
Don’t let me die in this hill
die with some dignity, man
As he covers his face to shield his eyes from the sun
This race is already run
Put to bed
On the last train to Santa Fe
Don’t punish the boy
He’s just a sweet talking man
Don’t distract from the fact he’s got a murderous hand
And when he repents for his sins at night
He cries alone
I climbed down from my horse and i shouted down
I’ll do some wretched things to your wretched town
And when you look up to the sky at night i’ll be watching back
On the last train to santa fe
The last train to Santa Fe
I made it this far, eventually
Now there’s a dimly lit skyline
Up ahead