Bullet's Curse

[Verse] In an old dusty town where the tumbleweeds dance, A lonesome rider took his final chance. Holding tight to a pistol, dark as the night, Ghosts of the west haunt him, out of sight. [Verse 2] Every step he took, shadows whispered his name, Spirits of the past, their hunger no shame. With each bullet chambered, his soul sank deep, A cursed man wandering, no promises to keep. [Chorus] Oh, the unholy pistol, binds him tight, In the heart of the country, swallowed by the night. Through the valleys of death and the canyons so wide, He's consumed by the ghosts, nowhere left to hide. [Verse 3] Mountains echo sorrow and rivers run dry, The wind's lonely howl, like a desperate cry. He rides through the dark, a trail of despair, The shadows of lost lives, hanging in the air. [Verse 4] By campfires cold, under a blood-red moon, He feels the chains of the pistol, his eternal doom. Trying to escape but the grip is too tight, Becoming just another ghost in the pale moonlight. [Chorus] Oh, the unholy pistol, binds him tight, In the heart of the country, swallowed by the night. Through the valleys of death and the canyons so wide, He's consumed by the ghosts, nowhere left to hide.