The Man They Buried Twice

I rode with the brothers, pack tight and strong,

Chased the gold and the glory, thought we couldn't go wrong.

But greed grew like poison, turned friends into foes,

One pulled the trigger and left me where the cold wind blows.

Shot down in the desert, they left me to die,

Buried under shadows, under an empty sky.

They put me down, cold in the ground,

Shovels rang, but I made no sound.

I clawed through mud, through blood and lies,

Now I'm the man they buried twice.

Woke up in darkness, breath shallow and weak,

The world was still turning but my future looked bleak.

With every aching bone, I swore a vow that night,

To drag them to hell for the wrong and the spite.

No angels came calling, no savior's light,

Just the grit in my teeth and the will to fight.

They put me down, cold in the ground,

Shovels rang, but I made no sound.

I clawed through mud, through blood and lies,

Now I'm the man they buried twice.

One by one I hunted, no mercy or truce,

But the last one left was my own blood, my noose.

Brother's betrayal ran deeper than pain,

I pulled the trigger, and broke my own chain.

They put me down, cold in the ground,

Shovels rang, but I made no sound.

I clawed through mud, through blood and lies,

Now I'm the man they buried twice.

Buried once in the dirt and dust,

Buried twice in a brother's trust.

The dead don't forgive, and the living pay,

I'm the man they buried twice - I'm the price they'll never escape.