Dave Stamey - The Skies of Lincoln County Lyrics
All about my life 'n death and the way things are in HellAnd lies they told about me after Garrett shot me downIn Mexico, in 1881Twenty one were the lives that Garrett said I tookThat was just another lie he wrote down in his bookFor he had to make it seem as though I were the Devils seedbut the lives I took, they were threeAnd the skies of Lincoln County were as blue as blue could beAnd the sun that shines on you, well it used to shine on meAnd I knew the smell of woodsmoke and I liked the taste of beerThe only difference now, is I'm not hereI'm in New Mexico and it's 1881A man who'd lie to save his skin won't look you in the eyeGarrett never saw my face when he let those bullets flyAnd I died there in Pete Maxwell's room, no boots upon my feetIn the dark, and all aloneThey had themselves an inquest, and then they buried meThey made me into something that I never meant to beAnd the vultures came and chipped away the headstone on my graveAnd then took it home, for souvenirsAnd the skies of Lincoln County were as blue as blue could beAnd the sun that shines on you, well it used to shine on meAnd I knew the smell of woodsmoke and I liked the taste of beerThe only difference now, is I'm not hereI'm in New Mexico and it's 1881History books are written by the ones who surviveGarrett was the one who came out of that room aliveAnd he harnessed up my ghost, made it sing and danceAnd I am dancing stillI'm dancing stillThe corridors of my Hell, they never ever changeI am doomed forever to this little piece of rangeTrapped here by a legend that's no making of my ownI look around, and I see.It's still New Mexico and it's 1881And the skies of Lincoln County were as blue as blue could beAnd the sun that shines on you, well it used to shine on meAnd I knew the smell of woodsmoke and I liked the taste of beerThe only difference now, is I'm not hereI'm in New Mexico and it's 1881It's still New Mexico and it's 1881
