Left For Dead

Written by Kirk Hawley

I didn't see the one who shot me down.
My horse was on his back and rolling 'round.
I tried to stand and run but I just fell down to the ground,
I tried to crawl away without a sound.

The more I tried to hide the more I bled.
They found me by the trail I'd marked in red.
An angry one took up his gun and shot me in the head,
And they rode away and I was left for dead.

CHORUS
I never had a chance to go to school.
My daddy taught us all the golden rule.
I never knew the world could be so cruel,
But I was shot down one dark day and those who did it rode away.

I never was afraid to sleep outside
But I was hurt so bad I thought I'd died.
Those Indian women found me out there where I'd tried to hide
And put me on a horse and helped me ride.

They put me down beneath our old oak tree.
They called out and they turned and rode off free.
My mother nearly passed out when they saw what had been done to me
And I would die as far as she could see.