Mazzuola 1852 lived a man named Jedd Black he was sheriff of this county for as long as I can think back shot a man one
Night and that still haunts him to this day in his story of revenge proves it never pays well Jedd he came home early from
His sheriff job in town to finish up his crops before the sun set down an extra horse in his barn that he thought he
Recognized this could only mean one thing somebody was with his wife darkness in his heart and sadness in his eyes with a
Stone look on his face he rides the mountain side he prays please oh Lord forgive me for all that I have done I never should
Have sought revenge through the barrel of a gun now he dont sleep at night he just walks the floor he doesnt stand a chance
In hell to go to heaven anymore sometimes in his town he sees his cheatin wife and thinks to himself he shoulda k**ed her
Instead of takin his brothers life shot his mommas youngest son and for that he is condemned he wakes in the mornin one day
Closer to t
He end to the end of his sorrows to the end of his revenge hes headed for the gates of hell where his new life will begin
Darkness in his heart and sadness in his eyes with a stone look on his face he rides the mountain side he prays please oh
Lord forgive me for all that I have done I never should have sought revenge through the barrel of a gun Mazzuola 1852 lived a
Man named Jedd Black he was sheriff of this county for as long as I can think back