Shoot You in the Back

Western movies The riders ride, into the night Into the West, to see who's gun's the best They're all fools, to live by rules The rider wearing black You know he's gonna shoot you in the back The horseman turns, the wound that burns The awful pain, the crimson rain You got to realize, before he dies The rider wearing black Now you know he's gonna shoot you in the back It's suicide, to live on pride You claim you own, your skin and bone Your own life, cuts you like a knife The rider wearing black Now you know he's gonna shoot you in the back In the Western movies