Buzzards

[Verse 1:]
He is a deadly and desperate man
On the run with gun in hand
Fleeing from the hangman’s noose
An outlaw with nothing to lose
A pack of wolves surrounds its prey
The mighty beast is brought to bay
The smell of blood is in the air
And soon the buzzards will claim their share

[Chorus:]
They gather round the gallows
They circle overhead
Stalking the wounded beast
Until it’s dead

[Verse 2:]
Clouds pass before the moon
Eyes surround him in the gloom
A single bullet left in his gun
The buzzards wait till the morning comes

[Chorus] [x4]