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Cold Blooded Coward (The Homicide of Juan Mendoza)
by Chris Bjornn
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Deep in old town on a given day
Someone around is bound to know your face
And in them, you can never know your place
If they're weary or you're in their grace
In riding on as a cowboy
I know the cattle and some hardened souls
Some will be your friend
And some others won't
The smell of drink hanging on his breath
Met the dust floating in the wind
I caught his eyes when I turned my head
That sadist wanting my blood and death
He says I have my demons
But they hurt no one
I wish they would when the time comes
Holding his gun, all I could do was run
My heart pounding against a dusty vest
Fired upon my back, morality no intact
Ignoring the code of the West
I reached 15 feet across the sand
When I heard that barrel sing again
I was hit, couldn't stand
Laid out, shot down by this man
Cold-blooded coward, you weren't scared
And I swear, I would have shot you had I been prepared
Tried and found innocent, the truth tells you what you did
I hope you died in despair
If there's a hell, you're not doing well
Always stuck running on an open track
And every fifteen feet shots shoot for you
Whistling behind your back
He says I have my demons
But they hurt no one
I wish they would when the time comes
Yes, I wish they would when the time comes
Deep in old town on a given day
Someone around is bound to know your face
And in them, you can never know your place
If they're weary or you're in their grace
In riding on as a cowboy
I know the cattle and some hardened souls
Some will be your friend
And some others won't
The smell of drink hanging on his breath
Met the dust floating in the wind
I caught his eyes when I turned my head
That sadist wanting my blood and death
He says I have my demons
But they hurt no one
I wish they would when the time comes
Holding his gun, all I could do was run
My heart pounding against a dusty vest
Fired upon my back, morality no intact
Ignoring the code of the West
I reached 15 feet across the sand
When I heard that barrel sing again
I was hit, couldn't stand
Laid out, shot down by this man
Cold-blooded coward, you weren't scared
And I swear, I would have shot you had I been prepared
Tried and found innocent, the truth tells you what you did
I hope you died in despair
If there's a hell, you're not doing well
Always stuck running on an open track
And every fifteen feet shots shoot for you
Whistling behind your back
He says I have my demons
But they hurt no one
I wish they would when the time comes
Yes, I wish they would when the time comes
