Potter's Field
Album: Thistle and Pen
By: Michael Semora
By: Michael Semora
Duration
4:00
Genres
Description
This is an Americana song that speaks in first person of an outlaw who has betrayed his fellow outlaws to save the life of a man being victimized by these men. He realizes that there is no way that he can turn the clock back and knows that he must do what he has to do to save his own life, and asks not to be buried in the Potter's Field if he fails.
Lyrics
There is a west wind And it blows southward I know your day it isn't done There is a tension On the tracks And the rails They sing my song Don't take me To the Potter's Field Don't lay me in The Potter's Field Don't take me To the Potter's Field Don't lay me in The Potter's Field I killed a man Shot him in the heart To help another man lose his vice And now his people They do want me To pay the debt that holds no price (Chorus) I have five bullets in the chambers of my gun The sixth one in my pocket is for The man on the run The ground is breathing With the sound Of retribution drawing near I smell the Hell Hounds On my trail No quarter held here For my fears (Chorus) End
