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that desert oasis
was an venus fly trap
we fell right into
the enemys lap
the doc was a drunkard
the sheriff was quiet
some called him earp
but to his friends he was wyatt

you can search for a meaning
on the enlightenment ward
but ill take my chances
out here with john ford

we never meant to kill lincoln
it was a kidnapping plot
the ransom was freedom
for the rebels they had caught
but at the last minute
a decision was made
to shoot the man dead
and to hell with the trade

so take your fistful of dollars
and those morricone chords
ill throw in my lot
out here with john ford

three years ethan wandered
alone on the plain
taking the scalps
of the injuns he'd slain
with a hatred so fierce
he would kill his own kin
had it not been for the love
he had stifled within

there is a depot called hell
where the grapes are stored
the stagecoach aint stopping
because it carrying john ford

after the lights
came up on red river
john said to howard
you made a damn good picture
its no fort apache
but im a little jealous. im fact
i never even suspected
that big dumb bastard could act

its a long voyage home
for the damned and adored
expendible sailors
going down with john ford

from the myths and the movies
and the cheap paper backs
you learn more history
than from history hacks
we were born in the rubble
of an uncivil war
and johnny's not welcome
in his brothers house any more

and when justice prevails
and our sanity restored
ill stand with the indians
along with john ford

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from The Dark Room Act 4 - The Ancient Songs, track released August 7, 2021

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