new mexico
felice brothers, the
the devil shall not touch you while i live
devil shall not touch you while i live
the devil shall not touch you while i stand
they killed every one of carter's sons
his daughters and his guns
and they cut away his head
the devil shall not touch you while i live
the devil shall not touch you while i live
the devil shall not touch you while i live
the devil shall not touch them while i live
they killed my dogs burning down my barn
first one through that door
the devil shall not touch you while i live
god ain't hidden in the leaves
ain't love or joy or laughter that he sees
'cause he's in my smith and wesson
and i'm asking for his blessing
to spit the red man's soul into the breeze