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The daltons ride and the desert sky gets swallowed up by the night
Up ahead a stranger hides with a thombstone in his eye
The stranger knows this is his very last ride
A crescent moon in the sky you can’t run and hide

They ride for freedom around the world and across the land
For the woman and the baby chirld and for the ones who can’t
The stranger knows hell is coming, coming up from behind

They call it justice, heaven knows justice is blind
We need some justice to make the wrong into right
Justice don’t play favourites and justice don’t pick sides
We need some justice, heaven knows justice is blind

This man is pure in his heart and in his mind
Thinks of a woman who is wheeping in the night
Vengeance makes him righteous when the smoke is clear
It’s only pure if it’s justice, nothing else comes near

They call it justice, heaven knows justice is blind
We need some justice to make the wrong into right
Justice don’t play favourites and justice don’t pick sides
We need some justice, heaven knows justice is blind