Songtexte Dusk (Live) - TRIM

At dusk I'll shoot a man, or at dusk he will shoot me
At dusk I'll shoot a man, or at dusk he will shoot me

A fiery red haze ducks behind the rough
The clock's tick-a-tockin and the sundial's almost up
I'll consider what I did
If the Lord will let me live beyond today
Before a darkness in the sky
The night will hear a dead man's cry

At dusk I'll shoot a man, or at dusk he will shoot me
At dusk I'll shoot a man, or at dusk he will shoot me

He didn't like the way I raised my hands to God
Or the way I sung my praises to the Lord
A ragged man with stale breath
His wrinkled face it looked like death, to me...

At dusk I'll shoot a man, or at dusk he will shoot me
At dusk I'll shoot a man, or at dusk he will shoot me

A soft cold shudder runs up through my veins
As I touch my gun and look on with distain
A crack of thunder echoes by
And they hear a dead man's cry

At dusk I'll shoot a man, or at dusk he will shoot me
At dusk I'll shoot a man, or at dusk he will shoot me
At dusk I'll shoot a man, or at dusk he will shoot me
At dusk I'll shoot a man, or at dusk he will shoot me