Festive Shapes - White Flag, Snidley Whiplash

The sun is out, my lips are red

Another town is up ahead

Grab a shot and choke it down

Flee from the site without a sound

The dusty trail and U.S. mail

The desert haze and cactus

Got a job that I must do

If I don’t die before I’m through

Long riders, dying breed

Leather pouch is all I need

Got a job that must be done

Ride away into the sun

The sun is set, I’ve won my bet

Lived through the day, collect my pay

I’ll saddle up next time in town

So I can bring the mail down

The dusty trail and U.S. mail

The desert haze and cactus

Got a job that I must do

If I don’t die before I’m through

Long riders, dying breed

Leather pouch is all I need

Got a job that must be done

Ride away into the sun