Forsaken, left there to die
One bullet in his belly
And another in the pistol by his side
The sun burning
From up on high
Neath the shade of a willow he waits
For the hour to draw nigh
Neath the shade of a willow
He's making
A final stand
Neath the shade of a willow
Is where it ends
He sees riders
Cut through the valley
Like a pack of bloodhounds
They hunt him
And its law men
With rifles in hand
And he knows now what it means to be condemned
Neath the shade of a willow
He's making
A final stand
Neath the shade of a willow
Is where it ends
Neath the shade of a willow
He's making
A final stand
Neath the shade of a willow
Is where it ends
