Текст песни Badlands - Marty Stuart

Well somewhere between the wanting and the dying
Just beyond the thunder, of the gun
The bones of thirsty ghosts are sad and crying
Believing their redemption day has come and gone

It's a bitter pair of dice this dust of evil
Lost and lonely kingdom, of the plains
Well God looked down and saw a world of suffering
And then cried out, I'm gonna give this place a name.

Badlands Well it's a church without a steeple
But in the heart of its people
Good will come again, to the Badlands

It's a wilderness that lies, in a broken promise land
Where the devil and his soldiers, hang around like next of kin
But the shadows have eyes, and I hear voices in the wind
Telling me the second coming of the red man, is closer than it's ever been

Badland Well it's a church without a steeple
But in the heart of its people
Good will come again, to the Badlands

Badlands