From the recording Where The Myrtle Doth Entwine
Like an overture from a classic Western film, this tune features cinematic vocals flanked by authentic acoustic guitar, hillbilly banjo, driving rhythm & bass, haunting harmonies, dreamy harmonica & ambient ancient flute. It reimagines the classic Outlaw Country, American & Folk tales of the wild West.
Lyrics
Those men shot my mama down.
They shot her down.
They shot her down.
Those men shot my mama down.
I buried her in the ground.
I grabbed my gun and I killed 'em all.
I shot 'em all.
I killed 'em all.
I grabbed my gun and I killed 'em all.
I buried them in the ground.
We are all dust, we are all the same.
We are all just the Sons of Cain.
We are all dust and soon someday,
We'll return to that from which we came.
Those men burned my village down.
They burned it down.
They burned it down.
Those men burned my village down.
They burned it to the ground.
I took my torch and I burned their town.
I burned it down.
I burned it down.
I took my torch and I burned their town.
I burned it to the ground.
We are all dust, we are all the same.
We are all just the Sons of Cain.
We are all dust and soon someday,
We'll return to that from which we came.
We are all dust, we are all the same.
We are all just the Sons of Cain.
We are all dust and soon someday,
We'll return to that from which we came.