Tour Death Song

Would you cut me out
 From them all
 Just like the others
 To go and spend ten years on the devil's sword
 Mark my words
 I will stagger on back to Texas
 Under the burning eye of an empty world
 Lock myself and my thoughts
 Not for the first time
 Listen my mind ain't what it used to be
 I'm looking back to the East
 And that's where I started
 And I don't want it to catch up to me
 Would you cut me out
 From the cloth
 I am your brother
 You and I have been through many trials
 Mark my words
 I will dance upon Satan's doorstep
 Just for one more chance to see you smile
 Throw out a prayer to Saint John
 For the last time
 I'm guessing my faith ain't what it used to be
 But I'm looking out for the West
 And that's where I'm going
 If I just stay here long, I'll just accompany you