Scott T. Smith - Peacemaker Lyrics

When I came to
I was holding a picture of you In the golden light
There he lay
The last soul to faded away
Now I'm free to ride away from this broken life

I got loaded on that whiskey and Rye
It was a hot desert's night out on the run
All of my blood
Started to boil to the top
And I lost all of my sight for just a moment


I couldn't save her or buy any piece of mind
So I brought my peacemaker That old colt 45


Now our memories
Live on the breeze and I hear them Howling out to me
Adrift in her stare
And her long crimson hair
How her love cured my disease
But he took that away
And for that he must pay
In cold hard blood


I'm that black powder Without her in my life
And I've become that peacemaker
That old colt .45