Broken Cross and Loaded Gun

Never wore a crown of gold, Just blood and leather, cracked and cold Preachers tried, but I don’t run — I got a broken cross and a loaded gun

Broken cross and loaded gun, No hymns for what I’ve done I don’t kneel and I don’t plead — I ride on spite and what I need You want the truth? Then here it comes — A broken cross and a loaded gun

She asked me once if I could stay, I said, “Love don’t live where I decay” I ain’t proud, but I don’t lie — I was born beneath a hangman’s sky

Broken cross and loaded gun, I sleep where angels never come No prayers can clean the trail I burn — Just smoke and bridges that won’t return So if you see me ridin’ on — It’s a broken cross and a loaded gun

(The melody rides like something wounded, but unwilling to fall)

Broken cross and loaded gun, No savior, no setting sun I won’t be buried where liars rest — Just leave me facing west And carve my story out in none… But a broken cross… And a loaded gun

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