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Matt Ben Jackson

from Self​-​Titled by The Old World

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Matt Ben Jackson

The sun was still perched on that plateau horizon when the new stranger rode into town.
He never would say where it was that he came from, but he seemed to know his way around.
He talked about justice and cleaning up filth. He wore him a big shiny badge.
He picked out some men and he made them his deputies. He put the law into their hands.

It wouldn't be long before trouble would find him, but that's what he came looking for.
The silence was broken by two-dozen horsemen, all dusty and ready for war.
He'd heard of these outlaws, cowards at best. He figured he'd go speak his mind.
Before he could talk, they'd encircled him close, and one sucker-punched him from behind.

He spits and he curses, his veins nearly bursting. He picks his tooth up off the floor.
The impact was heavy, and not just a fist, but a symbol of friendship no-more.
The visions of something he'd dreamed of becoming were starting to alter his course,
And slowly he realized that being a legend takes more than a gun and a horse.

© 2011 The Old World

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from Self​-​Titled, released March 26, 2011

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