A gap in iron bars lets a beam of light hit the ground
He’s in prison in this dusty out back western town
They know he shot a man, shot him in the head
Laying in that pool of blood stone dead

Yes he can hear a knocking as the gallows go up out side
Tomorrow he’s going to have to surely die
The gallows silhouetted by a blazing sun
His days on this earth are how just one

On bended knees he reaches for the mysterious God of love
In the night God heard him calling him up above
He wakes up on the floor by the rattle of keys
Now the time has come and deaths at the door

Now he is lead to slaughter his hands and feet are in chains
Yet he knows he’s going to ride again on the plains
The light fades from his eyes while the sun does rise
I’ve just seen a wise man turn to the light