Sat up late last night, you had the twilight all in your eyes
We watched the fires die ever so slowly on the mountain side
But now the trail is cold, until we grow up and grow old, we'll live by the pistol.
I know, lord I know, blood brothers we have come to be.
We take no quarter from the outside, no band of miscreants are we.
But now you speak the sin of bandits, there is but one: Do you feel like dancing?
Speak one word, it's your immortal soul, but you know it's alright, it's alright.
Caught my eye through the lead and fire, she had me.
Snuck upon me, she was brandishing a little flame that night.
She showed me everything and as she says goodnight I know,
Ain't nothing I can say to the boys in the Marshall Hawthorne gang.
Daddy was a preacher man, way down in Houston town.
His mama made a tidy living, 'least once the jewels were handed down.
But then he ran away, told us all because love was too easy.
Marshall Hawthorne, he made his way into them smoky hills.
And with his daddy's Smith and Wesson, he found a way to pay them bills.
Upon discovering an abandoned old chapel, the hideout became, the almighty evicted.
Speak one word, it's your immortal soul, but you know it's alright, it's alright.
Caught my eye 'tween the lead and fire, she had me.
Snuck upon me, she was brandishing a little flame that night.
She showed me everything and as she says goodnight I know, ain't nothing I can say to the boys in the Marshall Hawthorne gang.