Painting the roses red and many a tear we shed because we know they'll cease to grow in fact they'll soon be dead
Painting the roses red and many a tear we shed because we know they'll cease to grow in fact they'll soon be dead
I'm needed wherever outlaws rule the west wherever innocent women and children are afraid to walk the streets wherever a man cannot live in simple dignity wherever a people cry out for justice
I'm needed wherever outlaws rule the west wherever innocent women and children are afraid to walk the streets wherever a man cannot live in simple dignity wherever a people cry out for justice