I was the porter for centuries Bagman for wars never won I carried the noose Buried the gatling gun Duration I lived off dust and tumbleweeds Dressed in a denim suit Bothered the gents Pulled up their towns by the roots Sensation Always did well with the womenfolk Promises never I made Tried when I could Left when I said I would stay Salvation The fish feast on The bodies of The dead down in the sea While I walk the land permanently Vibration