LOBO - Mary's Daddy (Southern rock/ Blues rock/ Hard rock)

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LOBO - Mary's Daddy
Verse 1
Silas hung his six-shooter on the wall, buried it deep beneath the dust
Traded the whiskey for a whispered call, gave up on old faith and trust
He built a small house on the western edge, where the big sky meets the ground
Just him and his little girl on the ledge, tryin' to outrun the bloody sound.

[Chorus]
But the ghosts of the past, they don't rest easy, they ride on the wind's cold breath
They come to find the fastest hand, to drag a man down to his death
He left a trail of whiskey and lead, for a daughter's gentle hand
Yeah, the ghosts of the past, they always come back, to find their man.

[Verse 2]
She was a bright light in a barren land, Mary with eyes of the bluest sky
Didn't know the things her daddy's hand had done beneath the moon's dim light
Then three riders came with a hungry look, their faces hard and mean
They saw the legend in a storybook, in this quiet, peaceful scene.

[Chorus]
'Cause the ghosts of the past, they don't rest easy, they ride on the wind's cold breath
They come to find the fastest hand, to drag a man down to his death
He left a trail of whiskey and lead, for a daughter's gentle hand
Yeah, the ghosts of the past, they always come back, to find their man.

[Bridge]
The leader laughed, "They call you the saint, so we'll put you to the test
We know you got a new reason, ain't? We'll put a bullet in your little nest."
Silas felt the cold iron in his blood, a different kind of pain
He looked at Mary and then he understood, it's gonna have to rain.

[Outro]
He holstered the gun with a steady hand, the three of 'em lyin' still
Mary watched him, she didn't understand, the silence on that dusty hill
He took her hand, and held it tight, her tears were falling fast
He was just her daddy in the fading light, but the legend was gonna last.

#southernrock, #bluesrock, #countryrock, #hardrock

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