Peacemaker from Wanted Man by Scott T. Smith

When I came to
I was holding a picture of you
In the golden light
There he lay
the last soul to fade away
now I'm free to ride away from this broken life
Whoaa Ooooooo

I got loaded on that whiskey and rye
it was a hot deserts night out on the run
all of my blood
started to boil to the top
and I lost all of my sight just for a moment

I couldn't save her or buy any piece of mind
so I brought out my peacemaker
that old Colt 45

Whoaa Ooooo
Whoaa Ooooo

Now our memories
they live on the breeze
and I hear them howling out to me
adrift in her stare
and her long crimson hair
how her love cured my disease
but he took that away
and for that he must pay
in cold hard blood

I'm that black powder
without her in my life
and I've become that peacemaker
that old Colt 45

Whaooo Oooooo
Whaooo Oooooo
Whaooo Oooooo

• Country
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