The Kid - Ben Nichols, Benjamin Nichols

Your mother died night you were born

Her name you never knew

Look away, Look away

Nothing to lose

Left East Tennessee at fourteen

Wandered to the West

Look away, Look away

Born into death

You fought the sailors in New Orleans

You worked the flatboats and walked the streets

Hit Nacogdoches in '49

And there we met for the very first time

Kid don’t you know me?

We are the last of the true

Drink up!

Drink up!

Drink up!

Drink up!

Cause tonight your soul’s required of you

Signed on with a stone mad captain

Rode on Mexico

Look away, Look away

War behold

Jailed with killers one and all

But we were killers free

Look away, Look away

Look to me

You saw the lancers 'mid heathen hordes

Bloodstained veils and costumes of war

Hell ain’t half full boy hear me

War is the game and the god we seek

We set out as men of reason

Armed with Navy Colts

Look away, Look away

Work paid in gold

But you stood witness to yourself

Our trial you did betray

Look away, Look away

To judgment day

We killed in the desert we killed in the streets

We chose what shall and shall not be

We stood with pistols, fought back to back

Now you’ve stood your ground but what ground is that?