There's a cowboy who knows
in them hills there is gold
and he's riding the trail west to Deadwood.
When he gets there he knows
if the saloon doors are closed
with his gun he can get what he came for.
Ooh - ooh,
and he's riding the trail west to Deadwood.
There's a man at the bar.
On his face is a scar.
But he knows sometimes looks can be deceiving.
In the jail at Fort Crook
there's a drunk man who sings.
Sometimes he wonders if he can believe him.
Ooh, it makes him wonder.
Ooh, it makes him wonder.
There's a feeling he gets
when he looks to the west
and his spirit is crying for vengeance.
In his dreams he has seen
two dead men in the street
and the faces of those who stood looking.
Ooh, it makes him wonder.
Ooh, it really makes him wonder.
He had always been told
when he was not very old
that a law man would bring men to justice.
So he looked very far
for a man with a star
but the bar room had echoed with laughter.
Oh ...
If something's gnawing at his conscience
he doesn't flinch, no.
Those dead men were his older brothers.
He could still turn around and go back
but in the long run
he knows that he must face his destiny.
And it makes him wonder.
Oh.
Your head is spinning and it won't go.
You'd like to turn back.
You'd rather be back in that bar room.
Poor cowboy, can't you feel the wind blow?
The birds above know
your trail west leads you through the badlands.
Oh.
And as we struggle for each breath
and sometimes catch a glimpse of death
there rides that cowboy we all know.
His cards are dealt but they don't show.
He rides for justice, not for gold.
If you and I could be so bold.
At last the secret shall be told:
That death will one day find us all,
so live your life, and heed your call.
And he's riding the trail west to Deadwood.
Mark Sebring (2004)
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