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Down The Lonely Road

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He's walking down the lonely road
Where nobody knows his name.
Only dust swirls around his feet
In boots with rusty spurs.

He passes by an empty house
Where now only ghosts reside,
Reflections of old memories
Of who they once had been.

The man walks down a lonely road
With one bullet left to shoot,
A name engraved into the shell;
The gun cannot shoot straight.

He walks the road until it ends
Nowhere in the desert's sand,
A cross made of two withered sticks
Bleached by the blazing sun.

He's walking down the lonely road
Where now only ghosts reside
Falls on his knees before the grave
Hands dig into the sand.

If you go down the lonely road
Somewhere in the desert's sand
You'll find a bullet on a grave
And the shell wears a name

Then follow down the jingling wind
'Till you reach a withered tree
Cut into the wood are the words:
"The man without a name"
I have no idea how this exactly happened. I blame two very talented street musicians I came across on my way home today. They had a trumpet and a guitar and covered the popularwestern themes by Ennio Morricone. One song they played reminded me of "House of the rising sun", which then caused the last line to be stuck in my head for the rest of the day. The rest just happened :dummy:
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