Buzzards

[Verse 1:]

He is a deadly and desperate man

On the run with gun in hand

Fleeing from the hangman’s noose

An outlaw with nothing to lose

A pack of wolves surrounds its prey

The mighty beast is brought to bay

The smell of blood is in the air

And soon the buzzards will claim their share

[Chorus:]

They gather round the gallows

They circle overhead

Stalking the wounded beast

Until it’s dead

[Verse 2:]

Clouds pass before the moon

Eyes surround him in the gloom

A single bullet left in his gun

The buzzards wait till the morning comes

[Chorus] [x4]