4a/n: So this is a western song I wrote, but since it's part of a western story I put it in the western story section =) ...I will try sincerely to have the actual chapter up soon. It isn't quite finished yet but the premise is about a has-been outlaw who is hiring someone to write his life's story so that he won't go down in history as a loser.. or, more over, so that he goes down in history at all.
The Resurrection of Orias Dire
Oh when Orias was a young boy
He shot a preacher down
You never saw a child
So hated in his town
The sheriff pulled him in and said
now listen to what I say
You've gone and shot a good man dead
and now you'll have to pay
But being you're a child
and just a young one yet
We'll write it off as a mistake
and let the record set
Orias he had just the gall
to make the sheriff nervous
He said to him he'd kill em all
he'd be doin god a service
The people got their pistols
They called for justice done
But Orias, he rode outta town
a shootin off his gun
They say he rides
with the smoke on the horizon
and when theres trouble brewin
he's the only one to blame
He don't take sides
cept with the money that his eye's on
and when the law is stewin
you best say he never came
Well Orias was a troubled boy
who grew to be a man
and as he traveled town to town
he hatched an ugly plan
see he didn't like the people
who had run him outta town
and he had his sights on heading back
and burning em' all down
but first he'd like to play them fools
and take em' for a ride
he'd use them like the finest tools
he wouldn't have to hide
It had been years since they had seen
him riding off away
he had been small and lean back then
he was bigger nowadays
He had new scars and longer hair
and a diamond studded ring
so when they saw him standing there
they didn't see a thing
They say he rides
with the smoke on the horizon
and when there's trouble brewin
he's the only one to blame
He don't take sides
cept' with the money that his eye's on
and when the law is stewin
you best say he never came
Orias he rode back in on
a dusty tuesday eve
but what the history books won't say
is that he thought to leave
as the song was sayin
he had lowered his moral
and there wasn't a cent to spare
inside this dusty town
But just as he was thinking
it'd be best if he just left
his eye caught sight of holy light
a smile that caught his breath
she was lovelier than all the sunsets
he had seen
and if he had to leave right now
he'd never know what could have been
He followed her to the saloon
and there he asked her name
she told him it was Lillabeth
and then turned him away
She said she'd never seen a man
so unkempt in her life
and surely such a wretched fool
would never have a wife
They say he rides
with the smoke on the horizon
and when there's trouble brewin
he's the only one to blame
he don't take sides
cept with the money that his eyes on
and when the law is stewin
you best say he never came