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Dominic Enright
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He came across the desert floor
It was a sight to behold
One hand on his pistol
And the other counting gold
The sun was in his eyes
And his eyes were on the gun
Of the double-crossing bastard
His Father had called son
And the vultures circled up above
As his right hand pulled the trigger with love
And the vultures circled up above
As his right hand shook with the grief of love
He wiped the sweat from his brow
And put a smoke to his lips
There was a tear in his eye
As he holstered his gun to his hip
The sun was in his eyes
And his eyes were on the gun
Of the double-crossing bastard
His Father had called son
And the vultures circled up above
As his right hand pulled the trigger with love
And the vultures circled up above
As his right hand shook with the grief of love
Lit a little fire to pray for all lost souls
Dug a little dirt to bury those old bones
Made a little mound and marked it as a home
Topped by a cross pointed towards the unknown
And the vultures circled up above
As his right hand pulled the trigger with love
And the vultures circled up above
As his right hand shook with the grief of love
Writer(s): Dominic Enright
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