Wenche Hartmann - Dixon lyrics
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Dixon was an outlaw, wanted man in Arizona
Livin’ 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 thirteen men
Who tried to test this Dixon but thirteen men all died.
(Chorus)
A trail of unmarked graves was the price they all paid
The deal that Dixon made with Ole 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.
Death came at the hand of a good and honest man
His fate was a part of some higher power's plan
And though his legend lives – his evil soul has gone,
To settle up the score and pay for what he’s done.
A trail of unmarked graves was the price they all paid
The deal that Dixon made with Ole 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.
Writers: Lonnie C. Ratliff & Knud Erik Smidt
Copr. Okie Acres Music (BMI)
Knud Erik Smidt Music (KODA)
Contact: NashvilleShowcase@comcast.net
