Pickersgill Lyrics

Wakes from peaceful slumber, mind at ease

Strolls into town as an unsteady air proceeds

Restless masses, something's gone astray

Asks around for what's got them this way

(Give it to me straight doc)

An act so horrid my hair it stands on end

Sleeping mother and young made to incend

Some say outlaws, foe of one who's lost

The only family he had paid the cost

(Give it to me straight doc, am I gonna die?)

As he steps into the sun it dawns on him the deed he's done

He's been conned

Riding up on horseback is the silhouetted figure of Pickersgill

Beyond grief, beyond tears, face hard as stone, pale and cold

Oh Fitzgerald, can I trust you'll follow me and scrape the rust, treading dust?

We are heading to the Rise, the Bogson gang they do reside upon that hill

I remember your father, a noble man, humble kind

"Many hands make light work" he'd say ere he passed, won't you go?

The soft cowboy his guilt it overwhelms

Internal regret, confession dwells

But fear of retribution supersedes

He bids farewell to the silhouetted man and leaves

(Give it to me straight doc, am I gonna die?)