No Choice (II) - Conrad Mortiss
Wind blows off the prairie, dust in my face
Sweat on my skin, sun in my eyes
Guns in my hands, live or die
That is the way in the west
It is my way on this day
There is no other way, not today
Not tonight
Give up, I will not, it is not in my blood
I rode into this town
I rode in without a worry
I rode in without a care
A stranger minding my own
A stranger looking for a bath and a shave
After a dusty trail
A stranger looking for a bed and a meal
A drink and perhaps a lady's wink
Wind blows off the prairie, dust in my face
Sweat on my skin, sun in my eyes
Guns in my hands, live or die
That is the way in the west
It is my way on this day
There is no other way, not today
Not tonight
Give up, I will not, it is not in my blood
Trouble I shun, my business I mind
That is my way, roll I do this way
Through this land from town to town I go
Wind blows off the prairie, dust in my face
Sweat on my skin, sun in my eyes
Guns in my hands, live or die
That is the way in the west
It is my way on this day
There is no other way, not today
Not tonight
Give up, I will not, it is not in my blood
Today, pick they did on the wrong stranger
They did not realize the potential danger
A man that would not bow
A man that would not give
A man that would not be pushed around
Wind blows off the prairie, dust in my face
Sweat on my skin, sun in my eyes
Guns in my hands, live or die
That is the way in the west
It is my way on this day
There is no other way, not today
Not tonight
Give up, I will not, it is not in my blood
