Dixon
Dixon was an outlaw wanted man in Arizona
Living by the gun he was pretty much a loner
Running from some dirty deed in the Indian Territory
A picture on a poster and a price on Dixon's head
Sleeping on the prairie with a saddle for a pillow
Mama's little darling grew up a cold blood killer
The notches on his Colt marked the fate of 13 men
Who tried to test this Dixon but 13 men all died
(Chorus)
A trail of unmarked graves was the price they all paid
The deal that Dixon made with old Satan himself
It's a crooked trail you ride you'll never see the light
But Dixon you'll feel the fires of hell tonight
(Inst)
It came from the hand of a good and honest man
His fate was a part of a bigger better plan
And though his legend lives his evil soul is gone
To settle up the score and pay for what he's done
(Chorus)
A trail of unmarked graves was the price that Dixon paid
The deal that Dixon made with old Satan himself
It's a crooked trail you ride and you'll never see the light
But Dixon you'll feel the fires of hell tonight
