Dust don't Lie

They dragged me down to Gallows Hill,

The rope was tight, the crowd was still.

The Sheriff spoke with holy breath —

But his hands carved my quiet death.

They say Dust Creek is clean and bright,

But I saw shadows dressed in white.

The judge, the priest, the banker’s bride —

All part of what they tried to hide.

Dust don’t lie, and sins don’t fade,

I haunt the blood their children made.

They feared my truth, they feared my name —

So they wrapped my neck in justice' shame.

But you can’t kill what’s bound to rise —

And I still ride beneath their lies.

They called me outlaw, called me curse,

But what I saw — oh, it was worse.

The missing girls, the orphaned cries,

The holy men with devil’s eyes.

No cross was raised, no words were said,

They left me swinging, cold and dead.

But winds remember, dirt keeps score —

And Dust Creek’s ghosts don’t sleep no more.

Dust don’t lie, and ropes don’t cleanse,

I ride with rage that never ends.

Their pretty walls, their Sunday hymns —

Can’t drown the sound of justice grim.

So tell the tale, but speak it true —

Or I’ll return, just like the dew.

I am the vengeance they all fear...

Through their sins,

I’m still here.