Original song I wrote about the final stand of John Ashley the notorious bank robber in Florida in the early 1900s they used to call the bandit. Getting back to my Southern roots with this one hope you like it. Cheers!
Lyrics :
Dust comin' over the hill
Dogs barking up the road
Looks like they done found me
God rest my soul
I've been on the run for so long now
Let me tell you son
There aint no peace in this here house
If you've known the things I've done
There aint no preacher man that can save me from myself
An outlaw on the run never deserved any help
And it looks as though this is it for me
Sheriff says "Boy there aint nowhere to hide,
And all those bullets with my name
They don't mean a thing"
You're surrounded as you can see
Not just here but all over Palm Beach County
There aint no preacher man that can save you from yourself
An outlaw on the run never deserved any help
And it looks as though this is it for you.
Lyrics & song written by Levi Stocke