Rare Blood Money
Hey Patty Garrett, that’s what I used to call you.
They tell me you want me, but I hear they’ve got you.
Made you a lawman with your badge made of silver,
Paid you some money to sell them my blood.
What ever happened to ridin’ hard on the southwind?
What ever happened to us in the end?
I called you amigo. I called you my brother, and Patty Garrett, I
called you my friend.
(But you see) This ain’t about me, this ain’t about you,
Or the good and the bad times we’ve both been through.
When the lines between brothers and justice have changed,
You do what you gotta, ‘cause you can’t walk away
Once I thought nothing would come in between us
Once I thought honor and blood were the same
Who ever thought we’d let a cruel world defeat us?
Who ever thought that those feelings would change?
Oh Patty, I don’t know
Cause, this ain’t about me and this ain’t about you
Or the good and the bad times we’ve both been through
When the lines between brothers and justice have changed,
You do what you gotta, ‘cause you can’t walk away
Blood money, that’s what I call it, ‘cause money for blood,
ain’t nofair exchange.
Blood money, bought and then sold you,
but your conscience is all you can take to your grave
Once I had a dream and in that dream was a coffin.
I could not see the body, I could not see his face.
When I saw no one crying and I saw no forgiveness,
I knew the name Bonnie would be marked on that grave.
Blood money, bought and then sold you.
‘Cause money for blood it ain’t no fair exchange
Blood money, that’s what I call it
But Patty, you can’t take it to your grave
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