Lyrics
Born in the land of lincoln, Brought to the lone star state
Beat down in the deserts of arizona, To meet my fate
I've never knew a border That nature has not made
I knew of times with neighbors Sipping moonshine in the shade
Im a gothic cowboy I ride the range once more
I slay a man And save a soul
By the chorus of the score
Were not the sons of robber barons Were the sons of pioneers
Who birthed a calf and broke a colt
And sold our souls for Apache tears
I dont know where the trail will lead me Only time will tell
I get on my knees and thank the Lord Im not in the grave or away in jail
Im a gothic cowboy I ride the range once more
I slay a man And save a soul
By the chorus of the score