Danny's father was a drinker,
he couldn't quit to save his life
He left one night after he murdered
His best friend with a knife.
He snuck away into the dark
He rode twelve days to the border
Where the claiber of a man
Was measured by the caliber
Of the pistol in his hand.
He lasted a week before the others
He was shot after a card game.
In a drunken bloody stupor,
He climbed on his horse and headed north.
He went crying through the night,
And at dawn he was not dead,
But he was dying of thirst.
And his horse found a well
In the middle of the desert.
He slumped off to take a drink,
And Danny's father fell and
Danny woke to the screams
Danny's mother grabbed a shotgun
And opened the front door,
And found a hatchet in her chest
Before she could do anything more.
And his sister was pulled
From the house and then went silent
Danny knew there was nothing left to do
He rode hard without stopping
Three days and nights away from hell.
He passed out on his horse
He woke baking in the sun
And could not believe his eyes.
He drew up bucket after bucket
And drank water through the night.
He drew up bucket after bucket
And drank water through the night.
His belly full, sun now hot,
Work its way through his veins
And into the depths of his brain.
And his horse began to stammer
That the water in the well
That the water in the well
As he lay dying with his horse,
He somehow came to understand
It was the death of his father
Where his own death began.
The sins his father makes
The sins his father makes
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