old friend
your horse is ready to ride when morning comes
from this church town where damning rumors drip from holy tongues
it won't go away
it won't go away
it won't go away

fever to find the scapegoat fast and fix the blame
i know you never meant to leave the way you came

it won't go away
it won't go away
it won't go away

looking down from that stain glass steeple
they'll never know why you had to run

ride as fast as you can
they're shooting to kill
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