Return to Liberty
His journey here... To burn it down
Revenge for what its people did
And all the lies they hid
The painted sign read "Liberty"
A liars name that he could see
Where hidden in its "freedom" claim
It's people we're to blame
The rider who had travelled far
He walked into the crowded bar
Where every head did turn his way...
And every head would pay
The barman filled a whiskey glass
In shaky voice he dared to ask
"Where you from?" the old man spoke
The stranger lit a smoke
He turned and walked right out the door
As Talking's not what he came for
He strolled toward the sheriffs den
Surrounded by four men
Well...
The four men they began to laugh
Which became their own epitaph
The stranger pulled his 45
Not one was left alive
Before the sheriff grabbed his gun
The strangers work had now begun
He pointed Colt to sheriffs head...
Then shot the law man dead
Blood flowed on the wooden floor
An outlaw now walked out the door
Many men now laid in wait
To kill this man of hate
He filled the chamber, took his aim
Pointed to each man of blame
Pistol smoke then filled the air
Lives were ended... Then and there
As each and every gun was raised
That life was over, soon erased
Yet every bullet fired his way
Proved karma rode with him today
Amidst the rapid gunfire sound
The guilty fell to ground
His barrel smoked from over kill
Again the chamber he did fill
He walked back to the empty bar
And threw across the room a star
The barman passed the man a drink
Stared at the face... And tried to think
He placed the man... This man had hung
All accusations wrong
The town had set the wrong man free
And in this place called Liberty
A ghostly figure had returned
As Liberty... then burned
Like the breeze that blew the dust
The stranger came and then was lost
And only orange sky did shine
Upon the painted sign
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