High Lonesome from Get Busy by Mo Stanton

Herdsman watches from his saddle
Stubs a smoke out on his boot
And he counts the fated cattle
As they shuffle up the chute
Once in a while there comes a maverick
Who goes astray before the butcher takes his hide
And lives to roam for one more daybreak
On the high lonesome side
Here’s to you who chose to follow
The voice that called you from inside
To leave the lies you could not swallow
To speak the truth you would not hide
The moon was rising across a meadow
The gates of hell and heaven opened wide
And you were wrestling with your shadow
On the high lonesome side

Some call it madness; some call it treason
The raging whirlwind you stand astride
Against all hope; against all reason
A rock of ages against the tide
The ones who walk the trail you travel
Are seldom crowned before they’re crucified
The blood of prophets stains the gravel
On the high lonesome side

The conductor on the platform
Punches tickets in the rain
And he counts the gray commuters
As they shuffle aboard the train
No train awaits you at the station
You chose to walk where others choose to ride
I hope you reach your destination
On the high lonesome side

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