The West Won’t Weep for Me

Ain’t no tombstone waitin’ proud, No mournin’ bell, no gatherin’ crowd. The wind remembers what I’ve done, The West won’t weep for anyone.

The dust don’t cry, the stars don’t grieve, They just fade when I take my leave.

The West won’t weep for me, It don’t mourn, it lets me be. No cross, no hymn, no company — The West won’t weep for me.

I gave my blood, I paid my due, The ground took all it meant to. Now I ride where no one sees, The West won’t waste its tears on me.

Every scar’s a mile I’ve earned, Every bridge already burned.

The West won’t weep for me, It just hums its minor key. No saint, no law, no clemency — The West won’t weep for me.

If the sky remembers my breath, Let it call me home through death. No flowers, no light to see — Just the dust, and it’s holdin’ me.

Every echo fades away, But the wind still knows my name today.

The West won’t weep for me, Just silence where I used to be. No grave, no name, no plea — The West won’t weep for me.

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