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Last Thing You Heard (Jericho)

Written by John Teague

The rain falls from a strawberry sky

I hear the call of wild I hear you calling my name

We rode off like thunder in a straight line

Dust trails a mile wide, that Eustis to blame


That man who shot Daddy, just two years ago

I'm gonna honor that pact, with my brother Jericho

I'm gonna make someone proud, by virtue of vengeance 

Salvation be damned, on my way to Houston


And on the day I return I won't bat an eye for you

You call me a liar, but I'm the courier of truth

For you made the worst enemy that you could endure

I'll be that last thing you see, the last thing you heard


By hoof as far as a man can stand

As far as a mare could bare the land

The moment we meet I won't say a word

But I'll deliver the message you finally deserve


Yea the brim of my hat, that keep my head dry

Let the steam from my crown like smoke through the stack

I could show you a picture of happy young man

It's just a silhouette of a train and your tied to the track


We burst into Houston like a two-headed hound

Jericho went first and I took the high ground

And when shots rang out he cried for his mama

I stepped through the door determined, confident


Then the Boots down the stairs like a march through Jerusalem

Carry me home, or to hell you may go

And at the ready I watched with gun to follow

Jericho hit the floor, my brother, my martyr


Oh the fire and smoke, the air brake in a spoke

The train came to a stop exactly where it should

My pistol still hot and his blood upon hand.

Yea he lived by the sword, he was killed by the same.

Yea he lived by the sword, he was killed by the same.


But on the day I return I won't bat an eye for you

You called me a liar but I'm the cornerstone of truth

For you made the worst enemy that you could endure

I was the last thing you saw, the last thing you heard

I was the last thing you saw, the last thing you heard

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