Текст песни
Yeah
Six-shooter in my coat
Knife if you get too close
Gunpowder cut-throat, your final hour
Can't stomach it, you get devoured
Eyes of a saint with the fear of God
Live by the truth with my gun drawn
On the back roads with my hat low
Live for everything I would die for
The reason that they call me an outlaw
They always talk down on your down fall
But the chosen will arise, like the sun in due time
From dust to dust
Rags to riches
In God we trust
All we got is us
Joy and sorrow
For a better tomorrow
In God we trust
From dust to dust
Crack of the dawn
My word is my bond
From the day I was born
Dust to dust
Got cash for the bailiff
Politicians wanna hang him
Government can't control him
He's moving like he's trolling
Then he's gone, your just caught up in the moment
So confused, amused and astonished
Yeah, the way of an outlaw
Moving in justice within God
Rags to riches, that's what the story reads
But you never hear about how much glory bleeds
Nah, that's what they never do
You can't listen to the spirit and I speak the truth
From dust to dust
Rags to riches
In God we trust
All we got is us
Joy and sorrow
For a better tomorrow
In God we trust
From dust to dust
Crack of the dawn
My word is my bond
From the day I was Born
Dust to dust
Well
Ohh
Well
Nah nah yea
Ohh
Mmm
From dust to dust
Rags to riches
In god we trust
All we got is us
Joy and sorrow
For a better tomorrow
A better tomorrow
From dust to dust
Rags to riches
In God we trust
All we got is us
Joy and sorrow
For a better tomorrow
In God we trust
From dust to dust
Crack of the dawn
My word is my bond
From the day I was Born
From the day I was Born
Dust to dust