Six Graves West

Dust was rising on the main street road

Six black horses, heavy with their load

Guns at their sides, eyes cold as stone

They came for blood, they came alone

The town went silent, shutters slammed tight

No one dared to walk into that light

Then through the heat, through the breathless air

A shadow stood – the hunter was there

Six graves west, where the wind won’t rest

Crosses bare, no names to confess

Six souls gone, by the fastest hand yet

And the hunter rides on…

past the six graves west

They called him Black Kane, no one knew his kin

Said he’d never lost, never let one win

Bullets whispered like a cold night hymn

Once he marked your name, it belonged to him

No word was spoken, no warning cry

Just the ring of spurs, and the devil’s eye

One by one they dropped in the dirt

Six heartbeats stopped, and none could hurt

Six graves west, where the wind won’t rest

Crosses bare, no names to confess

Six souls gone, by the fastest hand yet

And the hunter rides on…

past the six graves west

Some say they saw him shot before

But he stood again, like death’s own war

Lead and steel couldn’t slow his breath

He’s the ghost that walks in flesh

Now the grass grows wild where the bodies sleep

Coyotes cry and the shadows creep

And every drifter that heads out west

Hears the whisper of the six laid to rest

Don’t ride that trail when the moon turns red

Or you might wake the hunter’s dead

For every outlaw who dares that test

Ends up lying in the six graves west

Six graves west, where the wind won’t rest

Crosses bare, no names to confess

Six souls gone, by the fastest hand yet

And the hunter rides on…

past the six graves west

No one knows where Black Kane sleeps

But the ground still trembles when his shadow creeps

And if you hear that church bell’s breath…

it might be you who rides to the six graves west