From the recording New World Blues
Busted angel with tattooed eyesSparks falling out of his headRiding his horse through a twisted landWhere everything was deadAnd in his mind the enduring signOf a song that would never fadeBorn in fear and raised in warJust begging to be playedThe sun beat down on his weary horseSkin hanging off of the boneAnd on they went through valleys scarredAnd rubble made of stoneRumors lay by the side of the roadmaking promises right from the startBut our hero kept his eyes out looking forA dead man’s broken heartPassing through another burnt out townWhere the alleys smoke and wheezeThere was a girl leaning out her doorSaying “excuse me, if you please,Tell them all that we tried our bestBut the night it grew too longSome of us were hoping weCould join him in his song:Ooh he’s goneBut a little part of himWill live on"
(From the album "misfit hymns")
music & lyrics by James Houlahan
published by Gumbo Luvah Music