Man came down from the field
A lonely horseman headin' back to the stable
Said he was sorry, but his cane was not able
To save us all from ourselves
Man sees the blood on every door
And hears the laughter in the good people's hearts
Their pocket's emptied and their coats ripped apart
And the man makes a promise to the town
I wanna give you my murdering stone (my)
Give you my murdering stone
Happy-go-lucky's back in town
Happy-go-lucky's says he's fit to be tied
Now that his hands have done a sin worse than pride
And the man makes a promise to us all
I wanna give you my murdering stone (my)
Give you my murdering stone
Won't you take my, won't you take my?
I wanna give you my murdering stone
My hands are heavy now that all the guns are home
Take my murdering stone
And I wanna give you my murdering stone
Please, take my murdering, please take my murdering
Please, take my murdering stone
